A Name in Lights

In every way possible, it is an unnatural and impossible way to work.  The body is not designed to operate at its peak when most of the world is sleeping.  And yet, that is exactly my new task at KLAS, morning co-anchor.

The sleep is rarely deep.  If it is, it’s rarely long enough.  My colleagues call it a constant state of sleep deprivation.  Battling off a plague of yawns while on television is a new skill I am learning.

The alarm goes off at 1 A.M..  Work starts about an hour later.  By 4 A.M., the show is underway and does not stop for three more hours.  In that time, you’re expected to be a friendly face while at the same time rewriting scripts, following the news, talking with producers and simply staying up to speed.

Like most other aspects of journalism, it is the surrounding team and co-workers that make an unnatural lifestyle beyond bearable and tolerable.  Instead, it is rewarding and enjoyable.  

As strange as the hours are, as odd as habits can become and as disrupted as life now becomes, pride and responsibility overshadow it all.

So big deal.  I have a promotion.  There'll be promotions and pictures and all sorts of reminders to the public that now, I have a new job.

That's far from the most interesting reason for a blog.

What IS interesting is one part of the new job.  A 10 minute sliver of this city showcasing what most of Las Vegas never sees or chooses to ignore.

It’s Las Vegas Boulevard between downtown and, roughly, the enormous Convention Center.  The drive is stark.  Almost no one is on the sidewalk or the road.  Lower the windows and the gentle hum of covert activity is faintly heard.

Darkened figures that do happen to be awake shuffle along, destination unknown or non-existent.  One imagines their past, or more tragically, their future.  

Closer to the Stratosphere and the occasional tourist is evident by flashier clothes.  Their night is ending as my morning begins.

This is not the Las Vegas Boulevard lined with massive casinos and bright lights.  This is the street speckled with cheap wedding chapels, motels, convenience stores and fenced off remains of failed business.

It will be the commute everyday, a strange reminder of the hopeless and nameless every city contains and Las Vegas consistently moves beyond.

An urgent need to find out their stories rises within on each commute to work.  Perhaps, the fact their story isn’t told is a tale itself.  From that anonymity is one of the city’s truths.  Names in lights will always mean more.

The Bandwagon

Their presence is easily identifiable by the sporadic cheering.  Hoots and hollers from the bowels of Channel 8, not coincidentally, at the same time as a Vegas Golden Knights game.

In this case, it was a matchup with the Anaheim Ducks.  A true test of the expansion team, which through the first half of the season, has passed nearly every exam.

A young core of the technical staff at KLAS are among the first, charter members of the Golden Knights’ bandwagon.  If game night and work are the same, the small room normally used for editing video and tuning in live shots becomes a closet-sized viewing party.  


Don’t worry, the work still gets done.

On this occasion, I joined the small gang of flat-brimmed hat wearing, jersey donning Golden Knights supporters.  The idea of in-depth hockey discussion in the desert is no longer strange, even for a relative local.  

Carlos and Jeff, like myself, play the game.  Ryan is slowly learning the sport.  Jonathan on the assignment desk is a, shall we say, passionate Los Angeles Kings fan nonetheless enthralled by the newcomers.  Conversations bounce between whether the team will trade its assets and plan for the future, to whether Vegas can make the playoffs.

The December game with Anaheim eventually found its way into overtime before Vegas, as they seem to do like clockwork, won again.  An brief eruption of shock could be heard from the station’s core as the small group of us celebrated.  But beyond that, it’s another striking reminder of the grip the team has on Las Vegas.

If it’s not in a darkened corner of a television station, the same enthusiasm can be found at the restaurant at City National Arena, where the Golden Knights practice.  On game night, the place is packed.  When the national anthem is sung, everyone stands.  When the team scores, chants start spontaneously.

One is well aware Las Vegas’s hockey fan base is not as large, or even as passionate, as other established cities.  Comparing the desert to Montreal or Boston would be ill-advised.

Comparing the newest NHL market with Phoenix, or Carolina, or another relatively recent addition to the league shows how fast this franchise has been embraced.  Winning has a lot to do with that, and the Golden Knights seem to win frequently.  It’s also the valley’s first major, professional sports team.  

Maybe Las Vegas just wanted something to cheer for.

The "Real Season"

     This was when the real season would begin.  On the road, for three weeks starting at the end of October.  Eight of nine games outside of Las Vegas.

    Leading up to the trip was a whirlwind of acknowledging tragedy, introducing the Vegas Golden Knights to their hometown and, quite simply, winning.

    From the press box, there was undoubtedly an energy in T-Mobile Arena for the first home stand.  Even if large portions of the crowd wanted the lighter jerseys to win, the buzz was unmistakable.

    Walking the concourse during the Golden Knights game against Chicago, one sensed the joy of a winning team, but also the thrill of professional sports finally arriving in Las Vegas.

    It was like a new toy everyone in Southern Nevada wanted to play with.

    True to form, the Golden Knights were dominant at home.  Their forechecking from game-to-game was relentless.  The defense was tight, forcing attacks wide and minimizing pressure on goal.

    The easy reflex was for cynics to assume the first road trip, the journey to New York and Boston, Toronto and Montreal, that would be where the rubber met the road.

    Complicating the entire endeavor were two changes to the roster.  One, the departure of touted free agent Vadim Shipachov back to Russia, seemed inevitable.

    The Golden Knights lost star goaltender Marc-Andre Fleury October 13, concussed by a passing Detroit Red Wings forward.

    Fleury’s replacement, Malcolm Subban, only lasted a few ore games himself.  The carousel of goaltenders would have set back even the most established teams.

    “We’re an expansion team and guys are getting the opportunity to play,” explained head coach Gerard Gallant after an overtime win over St. Louis, “It’s all fresh, it’s all brand new.

    “When you get a chance, the next guy up just does the job,” he added.

    So Subban led to Oscar Dansk, who in turn led to Maxime Lagace.  For the most part, all were thrust into an unexpected position.  And all, for the most part, succeeded.

    After a 7-0 win over Colorado at home, the Golden Knights embarked on the long road trip.  The “real season” started with three straight losses to the Rangers, Islanders and Bruins.

    A victory in Ottawa was punctuated with another pair of losses, hard-fought though they were, in Toronto and Montreal.

    However, by the end of November Vegas was back at home.  Struggles against Eastern Conference teams was mitigated by a return to division and Western opponents.

    “We don’t have a very good group on paper,” commented forward Jonathan Marchessault after a post-Thanksgiving win over the Sharks, “We need to work harder than our opponents.”

    Exhilarating wins over Los Angeles and San Jose put the expansion Vegas Golden Knights into first place in the Pacific Division.  The first real test now blends into a long season full of them.  So far, expectations of failure have blended into history as well.

Hockey, Hockey, Hockey

It would never happen.  

The team, the arena.  The fans, the league.  The thought of professional ice hockey in Las Vegas seemed foreign to the point of being ridiculous.

Perhaps it was years of loving the game that infused this jaded mind.  Or the season tickets the family had for the raucous Las Vegas Thunder or the less-raucous, but still successful Las Vegas Wranglers.

It also could be tied to years of playing the game, studying the history of the NHL observing what works and what doesn’t.

The NHL in Las Vegas would never work.

Both the Thunder and Wranglers came and went.  Hockey, by and large, vanished from Las Vegas as well.  Rinks built during the economic boom went back to being the empty warehouses they were before.  

Nevertheless, someone wanted to bring professional hockey to the city.  Count me among the naysayers.

Locals don’t want to go to the Strip.

There’s no fan base.


But then, here they were.  A wealthy banker, a new arena and loads of season ticket holders gave birth to the Vegas Golden Knights.

Cue October 10.  The emotional component of Las Vegas’s tragedy just days earlier cannot be ignored.  The Golden Knights were ready to play its home opener and the addition of a united community looking for distraction only fueled the energy within the team.

It’s only been a month of Golden Knights hockey.  The team has gotten off to a start unprecedented for an expansion franchise.  But perhaps also unprecedented is the start for the team.  Hiccups?  Sure.  Crowds overloaded with visiting team fans?  No doubt.  

But it’s working.  It’s happening.  It’s remarkable.

Enjoy the ride.