I’ve never been on the surface of the sun, but I’d imagine it doesn’t feel too dissimilar from Las Vegas in the middle of July.
The heat can only be described as oppressive, a sense of urgency to reach the safety of air conditioning assaults you the second you step into it, and you can feel anything on your person that’s made of a plastic-like material warping and deforming in real time.
The irony is, of course, that the metaphorical side to the “close proximity to a star” coin is also what makes summer in Vegas so alluring … for basketball fans, at least.
Because for 10 days every July, the entire NBA extended cinematic universe descends upon Sin City for the most stress-free, jovial and widely attended event on the league’s annual calendar: Las Vegas Summer League.