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Case Bets: Wynn in Macao, "Peepshow" strips down

• Steve Wynn is accelerating his timetable for developing on the Cotai Strip™. If Wynn continues to learn from his early miscalculations (and I see no reason to expect otherwise), a gaming-centric Wynn Resorts property on Cotai is a far better bet than Sheldon Adelson's retail- and hotel-heavy business model.

• While the unpredictable Aubrey O'Day is the ostensible focus of this Peepshow update, she's not the main point of interest. Rather, it's the spate of cheesparing moves made by BASE Entertainment.

The show's band has been thrown overboard and the cast has been reduced, requiring some performers to double in other roles. This explains the disappearance of Katie Webber, a strong vocalist whose big number has now been reassigned to Ms. O'Day. At some point, I'm going to be obliged to revisit Peepshow but I can tell you right now I'm not looking forward to it.

• Despite Sen. Harry Reid's juice job on the Sig Rogich Victorville Flyer (aka Desert Xpress), backers of an alternative maglev project are fighting back. Given that the most difficult part of the SoCal-to-Vegas drive is past once you reach Victorville, why anybody would park their car in the broiling sun and hop aboard Sig's Choo-Choo to Nowhere remains a mystery.

Crime doesn't pay; Wyden wimps out

Five dimes worth of damage, $40,000 bail — and all to wrest a measly two grand from some vending machines at Harrah’s Atlantic City. That’s the losing bet made by two security guards. Couple this with the floormen who destroyed their careers for a comparably picayune sum of money they allegedly scammed from Planet Hollywood, and we’re seeing a level of desperation in casino crime the likes of which I can’t recall.

City of Dreams. Voters in Ohio haven’t approved casinos in any form yet, but that’s not stopping Cleveland Cavaliers owner Dan Gilbert, who’s already had a design executed. Gilbert has lined up critical support by promising to forego hotel rooms and restaurants (though he’s left himself a little wiggle room there).

But don’t be fooled: Phil Satre used the same Trojan Horse strategy to get an onshore casino in the heart of New Orleans. A few bankruptcies and legislative showdowns later, Harrah’s N.O. has a hotel and a couple of restaurants. (Like it or not, Satre was brilliant.) I’ll be so not surprised if Gilbert gets his casino, then discovers the numbers don’t pencil out at a 33% tax rate, and starts waffling on his non-aggression pact with hoteliers and restaurateurs.

Damn that vox populi! Seems that Harrah’s Entertainment had a bit of contractual noblesse oblige written into its pact to purchase Thistledown Racetrack. If the issue of racinos has to be put to a vote of the people, all bets — so to speak — are off. Which means that Harrah’s can take its $89 million and skedaddle, leaving bankrupt Magna Entertainment holding the bag. For the moment though, Harrah’s is playing the issue down, saying talk of a pullout is “premature” and hasn’t been given much thought.

Even Las Vegas Sands appears to be feeling disappointed with early results from Sands Bethlehem. A massive, 2,000-slot expansion, slated for November, has been scaled back by 88%. Even so, Pennsylvania casinos are busy planning for the addition of table games (although the Lege hasn’t approved it yet). The price of table games will probably be higher (18% tax + $15 million upfront) than casinos want, but at least they’ve been successful in battling back an expansion-sapping 34% tax rate on tables. For slots, they still have to pay a usurious 55%, one of the worst rates in the nation.

But if Sands wants to maximize its drawing power, it might want to think about finishing the hotel and other amenities that got shoved onto the back burner when Sheldon Adelson‘s coffers began to run dry. At least Sands has gotten a temporary reprieve from sliding to sixth place because — even with financing in place — Neil Bluhm is taking a go-slow approach to his $355 million Philadelphia casino, out of deference to historical preservations. (Funny how Bluhm can build a Philly casino complex for half of what Adelson blew on his unfinished Bethlehem resort.)

Fortune favors the bold, which means it won’t smile upon Sen. Ron Wyden (D-OR), who apparently caved to pressure from increasingly useless and counterproductive Sen. Harry Reid (D-NV). It looks like Hapless Harry is behind Wyden’s craven withdrawal of an amendment that would have taxed Internet gambling to help pay for health care reform.

Incidentally, an amendment that would have authorized $100 billion to close the infamous Medicare “doughnut hole” was voted down yesterday. Jeez, those ‘Net-bet taxes could have come in handy as an alternative means of plugging the hole. (Oh, and fuck you too, Max Baucus.)

And that goes double for you, stock-picker Jim Cramer, whose spam rips through our LVA filters like Japanese torpedoes through the hull of the U.S.S. Oklahoma. It makes me sorry I ever said anything nice about you, Jimbo.

Do not resuscitate?

Most of us hew to the standard English-language definition of “fixation” (as in “I have a sudden fixation with actresss Crystal Chappell“). However, in Cirque du Soleil-speak, “fixation” means “damage repair.” To wit: Criss F. Angel vehicle Believe has been in need of fixation since before it opened. (Only Crazy Girls and Steve Wyrick get lower ratings from LVA members.)

It’s nigh upon 11 months since Believe was foisted upon an eagerly skeptical Las Vegas and apparently, the “fixation” process still drags on within the catacombs of Luxor. Or not. Whatever the case, Cirque du Stuck on Themselves ain’t tellin’, not even to the Los Angeles Times.

Two thoughts: If the show’s problems are so intractable they take nearly a year to “fixate,” why not just bag it? Also, if what Cirque is presenting is a work in progress, ought not Believe to charge consumers a “price in progress”? Like, oh maybe $15/person to see Mr. Angel and his Cirque enablers try to figure out what the hell kind of show they want to do?

While I don’t share Richard Abowitz‘s enthusiasm for Zumanity (for me, it’s a show about sex that’s staged by eunuchs). Ka is awe-inspiring and Mystere is enjoyable if you have a very high tolerance for whimsy. But it is with masterly understatement that Abowitz writes, “Cirque can be pretentious on stage and in the corporate culture.”

Guy Laliberté’s cosmic dream, our nightmare

Scarily, he reveals that head Cirque jerque Guy Laliberté is planning to spread coulrophobia to the cosmos. Is no place safe from putty-nosed clowns? Can’t they accidentally-on-purpose open the airlock when Pennywise is trying to juggle in zero gravity or whatever Laliberté has in mind? (Given the reports of Laliberté’s heterosexual athleticism, I have my suspicions as to what he really wants to experiment upon in zero G’s.)

On the subject of ass-clownery, this takes the cake. I guess he believes “If you haven’t been bookmarked, re-Tweeted and blogged/You might as well not have existed.”

Adios, Charo? Moving further up the Strip, Abowitz speculates that an ankle sprain may provide the excuse for the Riviera to draw the curtain on Charo in Concert. (I accidentally typed “Charon.” A Freudian slip?) Even reliably everything-is-better-than-ever Robin Leach concurs. Who’d have thought that, back when I reviewed Charo‘s show for CityLife, in tandem with Ali Spuck‘s cabaret act, that two months later, the plucky Ms. Spuck would be the one — pardon the pun — still standing?

Since the flamenco-guitar portion of Charo’s show was a bit light on content (five songs), the Riv could have turned lemons into lemonade by working in more guitar and less coochi-coochi. But evidently not. But don’t despair, guys. The Riv’s still got Scarlett, Princess of Magic and her red bikini.

In an unrelated rumor, Tony ‘n Tina’s Wedding is alleged to be halfway out the door at Planet Hollywood. That always seemed a mismatch of show and venue; it will surely pop up somewhere else (LVA members give it our highest rating), should the rumor turn out to be true.

The Apocalypse is nigh!

Las Vegas to Nowhere, all aboard!

Oh.My.God. Both Gov. Jim Gibbons (R-NV) and I are in agreement on something: Sig Rogich‘s Choo-Choo to Nowhere blows donkeys and that maglev (aka, “The Sin City Express“) is the way to go. CityLife Editor Steve Sebelius has the shocking news from Carson City.

Admittedly, $45 million is a drop in the bucket — if that — and Midnight Jim may be piqued to see Rogich in the embrace of new Desert Xpress supporter Sen. “Hapless Harry” Reid. Gibbons and the Sigmeister used to have a steamy bromance going … at least until Midnight Jim got a little too friendly with a cocktail waitress, whereupon Mrs. Gibbons gave Rogich the boot. And lastly, by waiting until after Reid switched his support from maglev to Sig’s choo-choo, Gibbons may be doing too little, too late.

But I give Gibbons credit for bucking GOP orthodoxy, which holds that a train “from Las Vegas to Disneyland”* is Evil Incarnate. Besides, nobody — and I mean nobody — with whom I have discussed the Great Train Debate, whether they’re from Nevada or California, has the slightest intention of driving to some big-ass Park ‘N Ride in Victorville, Calif., just so they can hop a train to Vegas (or rent a car to L.A.). Might as well drive the whole way.

As for Midnight Jim’s belated epiphany: Welcome aboard, Guv.

(* — The smarmy hypocrite who coined that phrase later backtracked on his own high-speed rail request after it made him a further target of public ridicule.)

Can John Ensign disown his dad?

Sen. John Ensign (R-NV) finally has achieved distinction within the Senate — albeit in a manner of which he’s surely never dreamt. Citizens for Ethics & Responsibility in Government* has named Johnny Casino to its Most Corrupt Members of Congress list. It’s an elite club in which he’ll find six fellow Republicans and eight Democrats.

This calls for an awards-acceptance speech and, like so many before him, Sen. Ensign couldn’t have done it without Dad. CREW’s citation reprises the role played by recent Kansas casino aspirant Mike Ensign, who once upon a time ruled Mandalay Resort Group: “Sen. Ensign’s parents paid Ms. Hampton and her family $96,000 after they had learned of the affair. Mr. Coggins [the senator’s attorney] insisted the payments were not made from campaign or official funds, nor were they related to any campaign or official duties. Rather, he explained, the April 2008 payments were ‘gifts made out of concern for the well-being of long-time family friends during a difficult time.’ Each of Sen. Ensign’s parents made out four checks in the amount of $12,000 to Cynthia Hampton, her husband and two of their children. [emphasis added] Sen. Ensign’s office claimed the alleged $25,000 severance payment was part of his parents’ $96,000 ‘gift.‘”

Pod People

Now that our linking capability is back, here is the Strip Podcast episode in which I pinch-hit for an absent co-host. The father of new sensation Elijah Johnson had trouble finding Steve Friess' studio and the show was already on a tight schedule, so we kind of ran through everything else at bullet-train speed. Still, it was fun and I hope you enjoy it.

As a visual aid, here's some raw (very raw) B-roll of Elijah Johnson in performance at the Las Vegas Celebrates the Music of Michael Jackson benefit on Aug. 29 at The Palms. Here's hoping that Master Johnson is able to fulfill his early promise and doesn't evolve into another Earl Turner.

Twitter, ergo sum

OK, so we still can't upload photos but we can sort of link, thanks to a workaround.

In the meantime, Las Vegas Advisor is plentifully available on Twitter. We have …

LVA_Tweet (1,791 followers). "This one aggregates [Question of the Day], S&G, [Today's News], Spotlight, and then whatever I throw in there manually," writes Webmistress Jessica, who's also solely responsible for the following three:

SinCityAdvisor (766 followers). Sample entry:

RT @Inkedmag Voting closes today for the Inked Awards. Vote now for tattooer of the year -> http://ow.ly/oPX3 #tattoo #ink #inked

ToplessVegas (567 followers). Sample entry:

Big Booty Urban Nite tonite @ Palomino – only nude club in Vegas with liquor license. Say hi to Foreplay for us ; ) #vegas #stripclub #nude

GreenVegas (251 followers). Sample entry:

RT @HuffPostGreen PETA is at it again: Check out this banned ad with Pamela Anderson (NSFW) http://bit.ly/Qppfj

Personally, I Tweet not. For starters, I lack the manual dexterity of Gov. Jim Gibbons (a prodigy capable of writing hundreds of text messages per day, earning him the sobriquet "Governor Busythumbs"). If the meme of the moment is "I Tweet, therefore I am," I shall have to settle for nonexistence, as per this music video:

Yup, that's Twitter phenom Crystal Chappell delivering the tag line. As for 72-year-old Guiding Light, it will be extinguished on Sept. 18, to be replaced on Oct. 5 with a new incarnation of Let's Make a Deal, starring Venetian headliner Wayne Brady (something for the tired housewife) and being taped at the Tropicana Las Vegas.

(Kinda neat how I brought it back 'round to the the Strip there, huh?)

Considering the lengths people will go to in order to get on a game show (and the near-riot that occurred when The Price is Right staged an anniversary show at The Rio), I'd say a Brady-enhanced Let's Make a Deal is economic stimulus in which Las Vegas can finally believe. Bummer about "La lumiere que guide" (™ Will Ferrell), though.

Any readers who have Twitter accounts and wish to be followed, please post in the "Comments" thread. And if the Comment-Eating Server thwarts you, I'll do a special S&G post on your behalf. Is that a deal?

From the mailbag #4: California, tech troubles & 'resort fees'

Reader Kerr Mudgeon is less than amused by a recent dig at the cuisine offered by Commerce Casino to California firefighters. He writes: "The firefighters can go to numerous other nearby eateries if they don't like the FREE meals offered by the Commerce Casino — same as paying casino customers can eat at other places if they choose. Sound like 'looking the gift horse in the mouth.'"

Good news from IT: Our "austerity regime" of no photos and no links will, it is promised, be ended today. I can think of several potential blog entries yesterday that went unwritten because no linking capability was available, so this should put some wind back in S&G's sails … although some might say a lack of wind is the least of this blog's problems.

It's absolutely imperative that you read our 9/10/09 Question of the Day. No, I didn't write it. Our hard-working research duo of Jessica & Tanya did. (Also, Steve Friess recently mis-credited me with the Today's News column; that's a J&T Production, too, along with the occasional assist from Anthony Curtis himself.)

Aaaaaaaaannnnyyyyy-way, today's topic (and it's only online for one day) is the pernicious Vegas phenomenon known as the "resort fee." The winner of the Sustained Greed Award goes to longtime gouger Station Casinos. Station's Green Valley Ranch is also the premier resort-fee offender ($25).

Others who provide optional amenities — of varying desirability — in return for the fee include Bellagio ($25), The Mirage ($15), Planet Hollywood ($5) and Gold Coast ($3, which actually buys you quite a lot). The geniuses at Morgans Hotel Group get the Steal the Stripes out of Your Socks Award for charging you $7 for "in-room safe, parking, minibar (but not its contents), bath products, and a plasma TV."

There's a word for that Hard Rock Hotel & Casino practice and the word is "chintzy." As our researchers note, "For hotels to presume to charge guests for amenities that they have no intention of availing themselves of, but cannot avoid, seems a very counter-productive measure that can only generate ill-will."

Kudos to the following fee-eschewing properties: Venetian, Palazzo, Wynn Las Vegas, Encore and anyplace owned by Harrah's Entertainment. Yes, Harrah's. I tip my fedora to you, Gary Loveman.

Optimism in Macao, euphoria at CityCenter

Relaxation of stringent visa restrictions from Guangdong Province came a full four months sooner than expected, starting Sept. 1. Now, residents will be able to visit Macao once a month instead of quarterly. While this has prompted J.P. Morgan to raise its price target on Las Vegas Sands stock, analysts also fret that Sands may overreact and go pedal to the metal on its unfinished Cotai Strip™ hotels.

Those same analysts are bullish on the manufacturing sector, though. They think casinos will be more willing to reinvest in the slot base as 2009 draws to a close. Also, the onward march of casino expansion means more jurisdictions and facilities to whom IGT, Bally and WMS can peddle their products. They're 'meh' on regional casino operators like Penn National, Ameristar Casinos and Pinnacle Entertainment, due to flattish performance. (Penn could catch a break in Kansas, though I still think Cordish Gaming has that sewn up.)

But that's a rave notice compared to the long face Morgan analysts pull when pondering Boyd Gaming's prospects. They cite the slow-to-recover, promo-driven locals-casino market in Las Vegas ("trickle-down" economics of the worst sort); Atlantic City's critical condition — "the best-case scenario here is that [Borgata] would do less bad" than most of A.C. — those blah regional metrics and new competition for the Blue Chip riverboat in Indiana, which had been looking like 2009's feel-good story.

Intriguingly, the prospect of a Strip acquistion is floated in lieu of a 'stalking horse' bid for floundering Station Casinos. Boyd's still got enough unused borrowing capacity it could even swing an acquisition of The Mirage (with money to spare), not to mention some of the lower-hanging fruit, which now includes Planet Hollywood. But if the J.P. Morgan guys are gun-shy concerning Boyd …

They're over the moon about MGM Mirage's CityCenter: "we are increasingly under the belief that City Center will be a new must-see property for both domestic and international gamers/travelers that should drive solid visitation volumes to the Strip in 2010. We were impressed with the massive 18m-square-foot complex … a new type of high-end product for the Strip that should garner increased trips. It has a very contemporary feel that is different than anything else on the Strip, with lots of natural light and high ceilings, interesting room product and, for a massive property, ease of getting around from one 'neighborhood' to the next."

More good news comes in the form of a press release from Commerce Casino (in Commerce, Calif.), which rolled out the welcome mat for a group of undoubtedly weary firefighters. A strike force of 30 Bay Area-based firemen is being housed in the casino's hotel, with the casino comping all meals and picking up most of the hotel tab. Let's hope that such civic-mindedness spreads through the industry like — if you'll forgive the analogy — wildfire.

In case it matters, "super-starlet" (yes, that's the official term) Holly Madison has been given a 12-month contract extension at Peepshow, so she's obviously earning her pay. Also, I've heard through the grapevine that she and incoming Aubrey O'Day do not get along, so the timing of the Madison announcement should make clear who's got the upper implant in this situation.

'Peepshow''s little Hitler problem

Congratulations (not!) to the producers of Peepshow, whose rent-a-headliner stratagem has finally blown up in their faces. They're replacing a Jew (Shoshana Bean) with a fan of the leadership abilities of — I kid you not — Adolf Hitler. Oh, and she's a googly-eyed admirer of Fidel Castro, who — among other offenses against humanity — ran the casino industry out of Cuba.

Of course, this town has a tycoon or two known for cozying up to the authoritarian regime of Singapore and the downright despotic one in Peking. So perhaps Ms. O'Day's pathetic excuse for a brain will just be a 48-hour story … but that's what we thought about Sen. John Ensign's escapades, at least until Mike Ensign's role as payola daddy came into play.

(Thanks to Richard Abowitz for the heads-up on this one.)

A reader informs me that the site LasVegasDowntownNews.com appears to be defunct. I couldn't get it to load either and blogger Jeff Burbank's output was sporadic at the best of times. Has this site gone the way of all flesh? If anybody has the skinny on this, please let S&G know.

"Oh shit!" headline of the day: Seen at Huffington Post, "Harry Reid to take the wheel on health care." That's like finding out the one family member who's certifiably incapable of navigating the driveway is going to pilot the family car up Mount Charleston.

Many thanks …

 … to everyone who wrote in and overwhelmed us with messages of condolence regarding the late Shadow. Time doesn't permit writing individual replies to each and every one of you, although you have touched my heart deeply. So thanks go out to Steve Kallis (and I would imagine the Humane Society thanks you, too), Jeff in OKC, Jason the poolman, Richard Abowitz, arm53, detroit1051, Frank P., William Heckel (check out his Web site), Jinx (ditto), Aaron, Jim and smudger.

The apartment still seems very empty without Shadow's graceful — if sometimes surprisingly obstreperous — presence. Her brother, Mr. Bit, needs a lot of comforting. Fasolt is pretty much the same as ever.

Eventually the painful memories will recede and the good ones will take their place. Right now it's difficult to visualize Shadow other than as I last saw her, lying on the veterinarian's table, emaciated and misshapen, with her stomach bloated by the tumor. Her eyes seemed to say, "Let me go," but you're never adequately prepared for when they bring her back with a catheter sticking from her forearm, let alone for when you have to tell the vet it's OK to administer the lethal injection.

However, Shadow was in the extremely ethical hands of Mountain Vista Animal Hospital, one of Las Vegas' greatest assets. They could have strung me along with false hope and thereby milked my bank account dry, but they were most candid about the gravity of the situation. Thanks to them, Shadow's suffering was relatively brief. I hope I'm so fortunate when it's my turn to shuffle off this mortal coil.

In the meantime, it's a little difficult to give a rat's patootie about what's happening in the casino industry. I'm sure you understand why.

Besides … the fallout from last week's blog meltdown continues to descend. Our linking capabilities are temporarily kaput and the photo library has vanished. Hence the somewhat gray and bare-bones look of S&G these days. Darn, and I have this great screencap of Edward Quartermain looking for all the world like Sheldon Adelson …

Quote of the Day

“It’s a bit disappointing to see that after months of work they come up with a new strategy which is a bit like the old strategy.” — Fortis Investment Partners fund manager Theo Maas on Aristocrat Leisure, which continues to flounder. The company recently wrote down its stake in fading PokerTek, primary supplier of robo-poker technology.

Rivers Casino by the numbers

Now that you can play the slots in Pittsburgh, just what's on tap? J.P. Morgan has published the slot inventory of brand new Rivers Casino and the slot floor (which is 55% reel-spinning) breaks down by denomination as follows:

Pennies: 973

Two-cent: 320

Nickels: 348

Quarters: 673

50-cent: 38

$1: 351

$5: 85

$100: 4

$500: 1 (plus sundry $2, $10, $15 and $25 slots)

Electronic roulette: 26

Electronic blackjack: 70

Three-card poker: 10

Interesting to see how penny slots, despite being a poorer value play, are now dominant over quarter machines and have thoroughly routed nickel slots. Congratulations to Neil Bluhm and his executive team for getting Rivers Casino up and running in what seems like no time at all, especially after initial developer Don Barden had left it stuck in the mud. Thankfully, the only lasting damage will be to Barden's ability to get future casino licenses.

Adelson bombing in Pennsylvania; RoboPoker returns; Dissent over Wynn

Both the opening of Sands Bethlehem, and recent expansions of Meadows Racetrack & Casino (+29%) and Mohegan Sun at Pocono Downs (+21%) drove an 18.5% increase in slot revenue this July. With $19.6 million in gross revenue, Sands was only good for fifth place, barely behind Mohegan Sun ($19.8 million).

Adelson's new slot parlor was well off the pace set by Philadelphia Park Casino & Racetrack ($30.8 million) and The Meadows ($29.9 million). Harrah's Chester didn't perform too shabbily, either, pulling in $27.3 million from the one-armed bandits. Both it and Philadelphia Park were less than 2% down from their July '08 revenues, putting paid to the theory that Sands Bethlehem would draw — at least in any significant degree — from the Philadelphia area. Only nearby Mt. Airy Resort & Casino is taking a serious hit.

Downtown Reno's nicest casino, the spacious Silver Legacy, is taking a big step downmarket by succumbing to the cheesy allure of RoboPoker. Even that bit of good news for PokerTek wasn't enough to keep Aristocrat Leisure from writing down its share of the company.

Steve Wynn is The Man, at least in Macao, according to the controversial Jim Cramer. I agree.

Why then, is Wynn Resorts COO Marc Schorr cashing out at a time when the stock is arguably undervalued? Maybe he's just one more American who got overextended in the go-go Bush Era.

Case Bets: Midnight Jim, Sands, "Peepshow", Hard Rock, Reid

Chronic ineptitude by Nevada's governor is endless fodder for comedy (like entrusting your re-election campaign to the former marketing director of a ski resort and political novice.)

But it also has perilous consequences. For instance, his thoughtless decision to pack the Nevada Gaming Commission with lawyers now threatens to hamstring the board. Jane Ann Morrison details how new Commissioner Joe Brown had to abstain from 24% of last month's votes. Seems he had conflict-of-interest issues with a couple of miniscule slot houses called Station Casinos and Harrah's Entertainment. Whoops. Brown's is the most egregious problem but it's hardly the only one.

Most of Jim Gibbons' appointments to the NGC and the Nevada Gaming Control Board have been solid but this was a real boner and somebody up in Carson City should have seen it coming.

Midnight Jim discovers Facebook. He also learns the need to think before you "friend." He sure won't be getting Bill Raggio's vote next year.

Rescue may be at hand for the beautiful and historic Boulder Dam Hotel, thanks to a mysterious benefactor. As for recent arrival Shear Madness, not so much. I hear that the "interactive" show may not have been interactive enough to ride the Vegas wave of Marriage Can Be Murder and Tony 'n Tina's Wedding.

In case you missed it … Apparently eager to stanch the flow of exiting executives, Las Vegas Sands has given Rob Golstein a promotion to senior VP. The new title comes with a $535,000 raise. For those of you keeping score at home, that's $2,758 for each of the 194 workers Sands just pink-slipped.

Bean out, O'Day in: The producers of Peepshow are, more than anything else, great at generating publicity. It's official that Shoshana Bean will be supplanted in late summer by Playboy cover girl Aubrey O'Day. It sounds as though Bean was plugged into the cast on very short notice (with seven days or fewer of rehearsal), lending credence to the reports that Mel B.'s disappearing act came as an unpleasant surprise to the erstwhile Scary Spice. At present, Bean is the best thing Peepshow has going. How unfortunate it was but a brief fling. Shoshana, we barely knew ya.

Rushing in where angels fear to tread, Morgans Hotel Group will open 490 more Hard Rock Hotel rooms on July 27, well ahead of schedule. The timing seems odd but Morgans and financier/hostage DLJ Merchant Partners have to make their rash of expansions at the HRH start turning a buck.

Reid safe at home. The window of opportunity for unseating Sen. Harry Reid (D-NV) is closing fast. Thanks to Reid's support of assault weapons, the National Rifle Association has got his back. Avowed challenged Sharron Angle is woefully short of cash, while GOP dream candidate Rep. Dean Heller has even less financial traction. If Reid's unpopularity with the home crowd makes him a low-hanging piñata, the GOP just keeps flailing at empty air.

To blog or not to blog?

That is the question for today. It's not the larger, existential question of whether the opinions of one curmudgeonly blogger amount to a hill of beans in this world, especially when even the village idiot has a cyber-soapbox.

No, it's a more practical quandary. My cup runneth over with prospective topics — and with pending deadlines. To wit, a theatre review and a news story for the July 23 CityLife, reviews to stockpile for Mike Shackleford's forthcoming WizardOfVegas.com Web site, three Question of the Day topics, and a revision of an old article I wrote for Washington National Opera in the wayback.

Say … one of the QoDs upon which I'm working asks for instances of complaints about Harrah's Entertainment. Care to chip in? You'll be duly credited (or not, if you prefer). Actually, the back pages of S&G have been a marvelous source of information on this topic, due in no small part to your contributions. Actor Ben Browder (Stargate SG-1) says that the most important element of any story is the audience. That goes double for S&G.

Also, in the (I hope) very near future, there will be some original S&G reportage on labor negotiations at Caesars Palace, among other topics. In the meantime, I have a week of GamingFloor.com to catch up with, plus wrapping my brain around LinkedIn and Facebook, when there's a moment to spare. Given the exponentially faster advance of technology (compared to say, 1965), I can but conclude that it's a Star Trek world and we're just living in it … long and prosperously, one hopes.

In the meantime, if the blogorrhea is less generous than average, I beg your indulgence.

All-Star Game: Not much to say about it, other than its relative brevity was merciful. (Never saw so much first-pitch swinging in my life.) Contrary to expectation, the most interesting aspect was the usually tiresome pre-game extravaganza. Sheryl Crow gave a master class in how the National Anthem should be sung and President Obama threw a rainbow curve the likes of which I haven't seen since the heyday of Sid Fernandez.

And it did bring a lump to my throat to see our nation's first black president shaking hands with Bob Gibson and Lou Brock, venerated figures in the Cardinal-worshiping McKee family and two players whose prime coincided with the apex of the Civil Rights movement in the U.S. I'd love to know how much Brock and Gibson think our country has advanced since then. Oh, and Tim McCarver was actually bearable. Wonders never cease.

Case Bets: California, Packer pickle, Macao pix, Holy Cow!, Singapore, RoboPoker, etc.

Editor’s note: An item involving Crown Ltd. contained factual errors, which have been corrected (as you’ll see). I apologize for the misinformation. My thanks to the reader who pulled my head out of my @$$.

California gamblers stay and play … at home. While the recession has made some inroads on tribal-casino revenue in the Golden State, it’s losing less ground than Las Vegas. Some of those Vegas losses will eventually be recouped, but this day of reckoning was bound to come.

Unlike Las Vegas, which is arguably suffering from having too many competing profit centers within each resort, California casino bosses interviewed still view entertainment as either a loss leader or a one-off. I never thought I’d say this but Las Vegas could use a little more “old school” thinking right now.

James Packer, the guy who can’t catch a break, is finds his casino company in even more hot water, in a case of the sins of the father being visited upon the son. The plot surrounding Crown Ltd.’s courtship of a self-banned high roller (and convicted felon) is thickening considerably. Seems paterfamilias Kerry Packer may have been pressuring crony John Williams to get pathological gambler Harry Kakavas back to the tables.

Williams, for his part, rolled on the late Mr. Packer, who’s now got some ‘splainin’ to do. No wonder the young Packer’s pursuit of Cannery Casino Resorts collapsed like a pup tent. The money quote, if you will, is: “[Williams] said it was common for patrons to rip up [self-exclusion] cards and that, in his view, Mr Kakavas’s loss of $2.3 million in 28 minutes was recreational gambling.”

If you lose $82,000 per minute, it’s not recreation. It’s degenerate gambling.

Globe-trotting Ian Sutton is back from Macao and G2E Asia. The sights! The sounds! The smog!

(Update: Ian says it’s not smog but mist, as forthcoming videos will show.)

Holy Cow II: GlobeSt.com, normally a continent source of business news, is shocked — shocked! — that Steve Johnson‘s proposed casino on the former Holy Cow site will include a Walgreens. Smelling salts, stat!

But there are some interesting revelations, For one, the reason that Palazzo‘s flagship retailer is also a Walgreens is that it was a compromise Sheldon Adelson effected with the landowner … Steve Johnson. (The mere fact of Adelson compromising is newsworthy enough.)

Turns out, that purchase may set the record for an on-Strip acquisition, at an alleged $50 million per acre — Phil Ruffin, eat your heart out! Johnson also paid through the nose for the Holy Cow site. The price? $23.5 million/acre for land north of Sahara Avenue. Egad!

Columbia Sussex’s casino portfolio continues to crumble. Tropicana Entertainment parent Tropicana Casinos & Resorts is selling its Amelia Belle riverboat (thereby forfeiting the New Orleans market) barely two years after the ship was acquired. Amelia Belle is former Harrah’s Entertainment vessel, having been Bally’s Belle of Orleans.

It’s a canny strategic move for new owner Peninsula Gaming, which now has a Louisiana riverboat as well as a racino and four OTBs, not to mention a small flotilla of Midwest riverboats. TropEnt CEO Scott Butera, meanwhile, has less and less over which to preside. At the moment, his ambit consists of four riverboats, mostly in tertiary markets, two casinos in Laughlin and one on Lake Tahoe. Is this TropEnt’s future: A succession of piecemeal asset sales? Sure looks that way.

Bad news for Sheldon Adelson. Over in Singapore, rival Genting‘s mega-budget Resorts World at Sentosa is letting news outlets like Bloomberg know that 60% of the project will ready for a soft opening in early 2010 (i.e., February-March). Projected attendance figures have been revised 20% downward.

In a rapier thrust at Marina Bay Sands, a Genting exec said the company was having regular meetings to make sure it came in on its $4.5 billion budget. Full completion of Sentosa is projected for 2012. Sands is going to have a sufficiently tough time making its nut without Genting crashing the party so soon … to say nothing of the fact that Genting enjoys much higher brand equity in that corner of the world.

RoboPoker has risen from the grave. Electronic table games have been OK’d for eight New York State racinos. Though the Lege hasn’t signed off, the Empire State’s lottery board is confident it has the authority to make this move unilaterally. Poor Atlantic City is dying the death of a thousand cuts.

Congratulations to Penn National. It’s scheduled to inaugurate a new pavilion for Empress Joliet today. A March 20 fire resulted in a three-month closure of the boat and substantial fiscal hardship for Penn National. In a noble gesture, CEO Peter Carlino kept employees on the payroll even though his ship was hors de combat. Capt. Carlino, S&G salutes you.

Train to Nowhere II

Sig Rogich's choo-choo to nowhere won't really be the privately funded enterprise that it's being sold as, the Las Vegas Sun helpfully explains. Bottom line: Rail transportation is inherently unprofitable, so you and I will be ponying up for the R&R Express (as in Rogich & Reid) sooner or later.

Vegas on TV: Our fair city is showcased on Dateline NBC tonight, but not in a nice way. Look for the cameo appearance by Bally's Las Vegas in the pimp-daddy segment. Judging by the brazen attitude of the miscreants shown in this morning's preview on Today, they've taken that "What happens here, stays here" bromide for gospel truth. 

Loveman in denial

Harrah’s Entertainment CEO Gary Loveman continues his media-availability tour. In today’s installment, he grants an audience to the Las Vegas Business Press and insists that not only is everything as right as rain at Harrah’s but that the LBO he steered the company into is really “an ability to focus on long-term viability and the health of the business.” (Bond analysts remain skeptical.)

Despite bragging on the vast “resources and … expertise” of Apollo Management and TPG Capital, Loveman doesn’t have any new strategems or projects to offer. The overwhelming consensus of stock analysts and customers nowadays is that Less = Less at a Harrah’s-owned property. Meanwhile, the debtholders who bankrolled the buyout are asked to take haircut after haircut, and could be forgiven for thinking they’ve been played for suckers. Is anybody benefiting from this deal? Oh, I forgot.

One could go on but the story’s mostly a rehash of old Loveman platitudes, plus another refrain of “We Love Macao.” Harrah’s management has been warbling that tune incessantly of late — so much so that it sounds like an overt courtship of Pansy Ho, should she and MGM Mirage get a divorce.

The most newsworthy aspect of the story is the accompanying photo, in which the former Harvard prof appears to gotten a deep chestnut-brown dye job. If indeed that’s the case, Loveman should ask for his money back: It’s not only undignified, it’s inept.

Gordie Brown goes down: If you think Loveman gets a bad review, you should read about the Golden Nugget‘s star attraction, who inhabits “a place where pop culture pressed ‘pause’ at about the time of ‘Achy Breaky Heart,’ Hootie & the Blowfish and Forrest Gump.”

Then again, there must be people who groove to Hervé Villechaize jokes. Trouble is, they’re all going to be down at the Riviera, watching Charo. And when you’re described as a poor man’s Danny Gans … well, do the blows land any lower than that?

Great news for slot players: Seven more years of Clue and Battleship. Give Hasbro credit for knowing a good thing (in this case, its alliance with WMS Gaming) when it saw it. And, just because we can’t say it enough, WMS’ Star Trek machines are the cat’s pajamas. Just for the record, you know.

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