Just got back from the Hilton Sportsbook where I go every Friday night to talk to other cappers but tonight takes the cake. We were sitting in the middle row with NO one within 3 rows of us (about 20 feet) when this guy in a UNLV sweatshirt sits down in the seat right next to me and starts talking out loud about his running shoes. He kept talking for about 10 minutes until one of guys I was with asked him if he was ok. The guy then took off one of his shoes and asked us to smell it. We proceded to leave the area and the guy kept yelling at us to smell his shoes. When a security guard came up to him he even asked him to smell his shoes, very weird night at the Hilton. Glad to be home.