As soon as I got off the plane in Vegas, I knew it was gonna be trouble. I landed with my sanity intact and a hunger for some NBA hotties. So much so, that I had forgotten the WSOP was also in town doing it’s thing. By the time I got out of the airport, I had seen half a dozen poker Athleb’s being interviewed, and was in dire need of some hot, healthy athletes.

The reason for my escape was Chris Webber’s Bada Bling charity event. I admit, at first I was skeptical. I had assumed that most well paid hotties with a “charity” or “foundation” were more motivated by the tax cuts than compassion. Unarguably, Chris Webber is not one of those men. And neither are his friends.

The event was held at Caesars Palace, a fitting choice for this grand eye-candy filled event. While searching for the media room, I noticed there were quite a few exceptional looking men walking around. One such hottie was William Christie, younger bro of NBA hottie Doug Christie. After molesting him via a brief chat, I was left wondering if the root of my warm William fuzzies stemmed from his looks, charm or class. Regardless, I needed a drink and b-lined it to the bar to await the arrival of my “assistant.” Three hours and many drinks later, things began to happen. We were fortunate enough to be invited to a “table” at club Pure that night. Mad love to the Wondertwins, rock star Rich and his wife Peggy, who gave us the V.I.P. treatment before we hit the poker room. Oddly enough, it was 4:20 AM when we rolled outta the club and the Athlebrity god’s served us a delicious serving of Kyle Korver playing cards. Korver is widely compared to Ashton Kutcher, but hotter. He looked absolutely edible at the table, kept his head down, and did his thing. We were in dire need of sleep and Korver did nothing except remind us we needed to find a bed.

Saturday the celebrity poker tourney went down, not far from where Korver was sitting just hours prior, but this time, all the tables housed hotties. As the event kicked off, all the participants were introduced and took their places at the tables. Korver rolled in ten minutes prior and accessorized a table alongside Moses Malone. Korver’s long, shaggy, please pull me hair, still wet from a shower, drove me insane! He said he was up until about 6:00 and did “okay” at the table. I also had to ask him if he was comfortable being “objectified” by his estrogen brigade following, “Yeah, I guess. It’s cool”…he said with a shy chuckle.

The massive Scott Pollard shared a table with Miss California, who happened to win the event with a pair of cowboys. (Poker speak for Jacks). Way to represent the ladies!

The funniest table by far was C Webbs. Webber said that he has “just learned to play Hold ‘em.” He put on his best poker face and starting singing Bob Marleys “Don’t let dem fool ya” while the stoic and legendary Kareem Abdul Jabbar sat next to him. Priceless.

The man of the hour though was Finesse Mitchell of SNL fame, who mercilessly ripped on everybody with some of the best one-liners I’ve ever heard. “She don’t know the difference between a Jack and a Queen” was just one such high point.

There was one wonderful woman at the event that must be mentioned. Jamie Foster Brown, publisher of Sister 2 Sister magazine. She emitted such warmth and grace that you couldn’t help but want to know her. Her beauty and respect was reflected in the continuous stream of hotties that came up and embraced her. She was captivating, and after meeting her, I understood. This woman is magnificent and brimming with class. Mad love to her.

The poker tourney ended with all participants autographing the table to be auctioned off for Webbers foundation. The sharpie was passed from hottie to hottie as I stood there wiping drool off my chin.

That evening, the White Carpet was rolled out for the main event. On the way, we got sidetracked as one of the finest men ever and his hockey stick carrying buddy whizzed by us. We later learned that they were part of Jerry Bruckheimers Bad Boys Invitational Hockey Tournament. Because I am a woman of my word, I promise to introduce you to them in tomorrows post. And I can also guarantee, you’ll never think the same about hockey. But for now, the White Carpet.

The hotties arrived decked to the nines. Wearing everything from D&G to Prada. Chris Webber worked the carpet like a pro, even giving a little “catwalk-twirl” as he unbuttoned his jacket and posed for photos.Needless to say, Kyle Korver looked unreal. Ricky Davis, Moses Malone, Doug Christie and his posse of fine-ass boys…

Finesse Mitchell proclaimed himself a “Caribbean Pimp” and when asked who he was wearing, he responded “Brooks Brothers” (which he wasn’t). I assured him I would instead print that he was wearing Dolce & Gabbana, which reminded him that he lost his D&G shades at the tournement that morning. I wonder where they are…..(don’t worry people, he knows where to find them.)

As the arrivals began to slow down, the atmosphere relaxed and we were left to mull about. I had several goals for the weekend, molest Kyle Korver and find me some Vlade Divac. Earlier that day I had requested an interview with both, and was informed that Vlade couldn’t make it to the event. Much to my delight, Vlade showed up that evening. One minute he wasn’t there, the next, I turned around and there he was, standing behind me. I instinctively reached for him and wrapped my arms around this lumbering Redwood tree of a man. Tsk-tsk to Vlade for being the only hottie dressed-down, however, this worked out best for Vlade’s safety. Had he been in a suit, I may have lost my mind. I implored him to come back to the NBA and he said “maybe in a few years”. I also divulged my secret fantasy of wanting to “do shots with him,” at which point, he turned and posed for the camera. I was talking Tequila shots Vlade!

While I basked in the feeding frenzy that was fueling my sporno laden mind, I was reminded of why I was there. This was a chairy event afterall, not a feeding frenzy for my libido. While waiting for the next White Carpet arrival I met a woman by the name of Cyndie French. This woman is tear-jerking proof of Chris Webbers big heart. Her son, Derek Madsen, passed away after a heart wrenching battle with cancer. As she struggled to finance Dereks treatments, she pressed on with an unwaivering commitment to fill Dereks final days with joy. The Sacremento Bee followed this “Mother and Her Journey” with a series of four articles. I urge you all to read it. Derek lived out his final days in comfort, surrounded by love and support, much of which was made possible by Chris Webbers Foundation and Webber’s personal compassion for this boy and his struggle. I don’t think there is anyone alive that can say a bad word about C-Webb after learning what he’s done for this family. I left Vegas with a new respect for C-Webb and all the playa’s who were there to support his foundation. Please people, love the hotties, but don’t ignore their good work. Support their foundations, especially Chris Webbers at www. Chriswebber.com.

Because I took about 150 photos during the events, I will post a link to all the images tomorrow.

Until then, and as always, thanks for reading. Delinda