Eventually, all good things must come to an end.  Eventually, as in the case of O’Sheas casino in Las Vegas, all great things must come to an end.  Today, at noon, the last $1 draft was poured at this legendary mid-Strip dive, and probably, the last over-served patron hurled onto the video poker machines at the main bar.

Too bad, because O’Sheas was home to many fond memories from this traveler, and I can imagine, millions more for tourists that stumbled through it’s doors for the last thirty years.  Sandwiched between the IP (Imperial Palace) and the Flaming-O (Flamingo), in the heart of the trashy, noisy, congested eastern side of the Vegas strip, O’Sheas was always a convenient pit stop when you needed to escape the heat and sort through all the pornographic playing cards you had just collected. Here are just  a few O’Sheas memories from my personal, Dublin’ Up collection:

O’Sheas was often the sight of some classic Vegas moments, undoubtedly a true inspiration for the film Hangover, because virtually every time I wandered into O’Sheas, especially in broad daylight, and specifically  before noon, there were plenty of highlights. Like the college kid, at 10am, about to pass out, who had left his credit card, with current receipt, on the main bar.  My wife alerted the bartender, and fortunately, he returned it to the patron.  Unfortunately for the patron, I don’t really think it mattered.

Like the time a buddy of mine and me, listing on a few hours of sleep, absolutely HAD to get something to eat. Like an oasis rising from the desert, O’Sheas appeared before our very eyes.  In the back of the joint was it’s finest dining establishment, Burger King.  Nothing like a char-broiled whopper at 9:30am to stem the tide of a viscious hangover barreling toward us.  We king-sized everything, and as luck would have it, after finishing the last morsel of grease, I need to visit the palatial rest room, conveniently located in the far corner of O’Sheas.

Two things about the old O’Sheas men’s rooms: one, they had the greatest gaming machine known to man, a device, positioned above the urinals, that would measure your stream, it was called “P*ss Off!” and for 25 cents you could try and beat the legendary character pictured on the machine. Your reward if you “won”?  Nothing.  Just pure genius.

Skipper Ron of the Good Ship Roenicke can send a thank you to the schedule makers for the three game set against the Houston Astr-0-s now underway at $8 Miller Park.  The 6-11 'Stros, soon bound for the American League, were exactly what the Screw Ha's needed to stop the bleeding of home stand spiraling out of control.  Apparently Lucy found his bottle of testosterone, and AraMISS Ramirez contibuted an actual base hit too. Mr. T is now sporting a sizzling .288 batting average and AraMISS is at .164.  All that offense added up to Greinke's 19th consecutive win at $8 Miller Park, 13-0 as a Blewer. And for what.

So El Cabello Carlos Lee takes the field again tonight with his AA teammates against Randy Wolf and his 0-2 record and sparkling 8.80 ERA.  It still won't be enough for the lowly Astro's to overcome, and it looks like the Blewers will finally reach that magical .500 mark, just eighteen games into the 2012 campaign.  Some may call it progress, others may see it for what it is, another mediocre on the horizon. More like a sheep in wolf's clothing.

 And For What

Good news – Congrats to Bob Uecker on his induction into the NAB Hall Of Fame, well deserved. That means two Hall Of Fame broadcasters side by side for the rest of the series, Vin Scully and Mr. Baseball. Tonight though, Uke is in Vegas, hopefully doing the play-by-play at Sapphire.

The bad news, Uke’s coronation means we are left with newcomer Joe Block and the King of the Obvious, Davey Nelson, to describe tonights action on the Brewer radio network.

Right now it’s 2-1 Screwers in the fifth, as they try and cool off Matt Kemp and the red hot Dodgers. Let’s see how long before Gone-Yard-O goes before he collapses with a horrible inning.

Don’t hold your breath.

And for what