Apparently, local entertainment mogul Larry H. Miller doesn’t have quite enough money…


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Okay, let’s look at this:

The man, literally, has more money than God.  (After all, God doesn’t really need money; but that’s another conversation altogether.)  His various entertainment complexes bring in the money hand-over-fist (Paper around the stone…) and here’s another scheme to rake in more dough.  $25 a head to play…?  $3 a head just to watch?!?  The thing that I would be interested in finding out is:

The email notification was apparently sent roughly 24 hours before the event – how large will the turn-out be, both for players and for spectators?  And, by association, how much moolah will LHM rake in from it?

Apone: All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed? Another glorious day in the corps! A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm. Every meal’s a banquet! Every paycheck a fortune! Every formation a parade! I LOVE the corps! All right, sweethearts, you’re a team and there’s nothin’ to worry about. We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna kick some, is that understood? That’s what we gonna do, sweethearts, we are going to go and get some. All right, people, on the ready line! Are ya lean?
Marines: Yea!
Apone: Are ya mean?
Marines: Yea!
Apone: WHAT ARE YOU?
Marines: Lean and mean!
Apone: WHAT ARE YOU? HUDSON! Get on the ready line, Marines, get some today! Get on the ready line! Move it out! Move it out, goddammit! Get hot! One, two, three, four! Get out, get out, get out! Move it out, move it out, move it out! Move it out, move it out, move it out! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! Aaarrrrr, absolutely badasses! Let’s pack ’em in! Get in there!