Verbal boxing between Sens. Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama enlivened the first few minutes of the Democratic presidential debate in Las Vegas on Thursday night.
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There are a couple of ways to come at Las Vegas. You can be part of the nickel slot/shrimp cocktail crowd, or you can be a playa: go big, live large and dig the spectacle.
I wanted the Democratic debate to show some playa politics.
Playa politics is no stranger to The Meadows. My favorite example: It was at the Sands casino where $1 million in a satchel was said to have been transferred from Joe Kennedy to Sam Giancana via Frank Sinatra to buy votes for Jack in the 1960 presidential election.
Nothing nickel slot or shrimp cocktail about that.
Las Vegas has never been a one-ring circus, and the debate had plenty to contend with. Over at Caesars was the HBO Comedy Festival headlined by Jerry Seinfeld. Over at the courthouse was a preliminary hearing headlined by O.J. Simpson.
When I told the cocktail waitress who brought my white chocolate martini while I was playing baccarat that I was in town for the debate, she asked: "Really, who are you debating ..." That kinda says it all.
So, I head over to the Cox Pavilion at UNLV to watch the matchup. Only, they've got all the journalists herded into a basement room where we're supposed to watch it on a bunch of flat-screen TVs.
No. Sorry. If I can't watch the debate on the floor, I'm not watching it in a basement. Not in Vegas. That's not playa style.
So, with half an hour before the show starts, I make a call to my casino host Richard over at the Hard Rock Hotel, tell him I need some helping out.
My driver for the night — Joey from Brooklyn — whisks me to the Hard Rock. And Richard hooks me up with in a suite with a pool view for the two hours. I'll tell you this, even in Vegas it's a little embarrassing to have to ask to use a room "just for two hours."
But we quickly gather up a small, informal, non-scientifically arranged group to rate the action. And man, was there action. For the first few minutes of the debate, anyway. Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama going back and forth, people yelling stuff from the audience. To extend the boxing metaphor, the other four candidates were pretty much reduced to corner men. And Obama and John Edwards, realizing they weren't going to score a knockout punch early, tried to go the distance. But that's no way to win a prize fight.
As far as I'm concerned, the second half of the night proved that though regular citizens deserve a voice in politics, they shouldn't necessarily be the ones asking the questions.
The winner of the debate? A poll of my small, informal, non-scientifically arranged group gave it to Clinton. The consensus: that she pretty much killed it with her "they're attacking me 'cause I'm ahead" quip.
Me, I score this one to the city. You can call it chance or happenstance, but I don't think it was just by the grace of Lady Luck the best debate so far happened to be in Las Vegas.

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