Author: David Mckee

You may think that building above is Sunset Station. It even says it on the side. But, according to the paternalistic Las Vegas Review-Journal, it is just “a Henderson casino.” This uncommon daintiness from a bunch of self-styled macho men came in the context of a thwarted shooting at the Station Casinos gem. Thanks to our nation’s insane infatuation with firearms, Allison Howlett was able to arm herself with24 (!) guns, with which she motored over to Sunset Station, either intent on killing a lot of people or getting gunned down by police—casino security being no damn help in dangerous situations—or both.

Our long national nightmare is over. Crybaby QB Brendan Sorsby is set to spend the 2026-7 season where he ought to: on his degenerate-gambling ass. His dreams of cashing in on his football skills came crashing down last week, at the hands of the NFL. Given that his chances of scoring $5 million playing for Texas Tech (his third college team) were looking dim, the solipsistic Sorsby got it into his head that the NFL should hold a supplemental 2026 draft for him and him alone. (And he might have found one taker, the truly desperate Cleveland Browns.) But the stench of Sorsby’s gambling activities was too much for the league, which punted his professional dreams into the 2027 draft. That is, provided he can keep his nose clean in the interim, which is no sure bet, pardon the pun. The Canadian Football League was quick to second that emotion.

One news story today bravely tried to spin Atlantic City‘s flat May numbers as “marvelous.” Meh. Glass half-full: They weren’t off 2025’s pace. Glass half-empty: At a time when regional casinos are outperforming Las Vegas, you’d expect Atlantic City to get some love. Perhaps we are starting to see an incremental effect of Class III gambling in New York City, which is bound to skim off some of the Boardwalk’s cream. Let’s agree to say that Atlantic City is holding its own.

The Nevada Gaming Control Board‘s resident embarrassment, George Assad, would evidently like gaming stockholders to bend over and quietly take it in the shorts. Yesterday, the ancient Assad berated a Penn Entertainment activist shareholder for having the temerity—what sauce!—to defend the value of his stock against mismanagement by CEO Jay Snowden and others. The nerve of the man! Shareholder Parag Vora, that is. You’d think shareholders had rights or something.

Despite a 2% dip in visitation to Sin City, gambling receipts were up again in April. Las Vegas Strip casinos surged 6.5% to $689.5 million. Although a recent survey of gamblers (see “License to Gouge”) overwhelmingly indicated an inclination to visit Downtown, that didn’t show up in the latest data. Downtown casinos were flat at $83.5 million. North Las Vegas ticked up 3% to $25.5 million, while the Boulder Strip was flat at $90 million. Miscellaneous Clark County was also becalmed at $164.5 million.