Who am I?  Who cares?  Good questions.  It's my site, so I'm going to tap into a Friday once in a awhile by telling you more about who I am - via a "Stuff I Like" series.  Nothing too serious, just exploring the micro-niche that resides at the base of all of our lives.  Potshots encouraged in the comments.

Talent. You think you know it when you see it.  Maybe.  

Probably not.

The difficulty of evaluating talent (along with a big preference for hoops) is why I'm in Vegas today, watching the NBA Summer League.  24 NBA franchises put a team in, with all the teams basically comprised of the following:

-2 draft picks from this year.

-3 guys that did time on the end of the bench last season.

-5 guys that have never played in the NBA, but are still among the top 1000 players in the world.  They're just not good enough for the show (the NBA).

That last piece is really why I've been here 3 times on my own dime.  Those guys are among the most talented you'll find, and they'd throw a tourist off the Bellagio for a contract in the league.  They scratch. They claw.  They're trying to do what it takes.

The NBA's just like you and I - they miss on talent all the time.  I'm here to watch the drama as number 500-1000 in the world try and find a way to picked up by a team.

Here's another reason you have to love this scene.  Early this week, a player got ejected after getting shoved to the ground, then turning to the referee and saying, "Really M*********er".  See the story here.

Pressure.  Queen wrote about it.  Vanilla Ice ripped it off.  I'm in Vegas to see how people who have been working there whole lives toward one goal react when it looks like their goal may be out of reach.