A lot has changed in Vegas since I woke up on the roof of Caesars Palace last year with a dangerous tan, zero dollars in my pocket and no sense of my identity. First, the Raiders decided to head to town, then a whole new hockey team shows up and makes a cup appearance? I guess Vegas really is the City that Never Sleeps... or is it Sin City? My memory has been a little shaky since that morning. Regardless, when I did finally get off that roof (helicopter lifts are pretty sweet) they were out of gowns at the hospital and threw me into one of these bad boys instead. With a cozy fleece lined hood, plenty of pockets, ribbed ankle and wrist cuffs and a “5 hole trapper” for the moments when the morphine made my bowels move faster than the slot machines, this Vegas Golden Knights Onesie is perfect for a comfy weekend in the casino that you probably won’t remember.