At kickoff time on Super Bowl Sunday, I found myself at the sports wagering area inside Caesar's Palace, rubbing elbows with a couple of thousand of my closest friends. The mixture of high-stakes betting, alcohol and down-to-the-last-gasp football was an intoxicating brew.
Clearly the game was on everyone's mind. At Sunday's Automotive Hall of Fame luncheon, Chairman Joe Oldham made a clumsy effort to bond with his audience. "Who is the ass who scheduled the NADA convention on Super Bowl Sunday?" Oldham asked.
He was unaware that the scheduler, NADA President Phil Brady, was in the audience. Brady confessed gracefully. He stood, raised his hand and declared, "That would be me."
Pete Gerosa, GM's vice president for sales, service and parts, remembers a lucky bet from the 1989 Super Bowl. Gerosa was hosting a party here for Cadillac dealers, and one made a 1,000-to-1 bet that the first play from scrimmage would be a touchdown. You guessed it: Denver quarterback John Elway threw a TD pass on the first play. The dealer collected $10,000, Gerosa recalls. "I never saw him for the rest of the night."
Ford Motor President Nick Scheele was admiring the Jaguar dealership mock-up when he spotted a 12-foot rendition of Jaguar's leaping cat. "That's not a jaguar! That's a puma!" blurted a horrified Scheele. Evidently, the cat's spots were not quite correct.
Las Vegas can be strong medicine, so some of us escaped into the desert. Edsel Ford II went out Friday for his first visit to the Hoover Dam. He stopped in Boulder City for lunch, but management rebuffed his request for an omelet. Breakfast hours were over, he was told.
Now that the convention is winding down, we wish you all an escape - omelets or no omelets.