
Our man Charlie hipped me to a bunch of photos of Sacha Kljesten, Charlie Davies, Benny Feilhaber, Robbie Rogers, Stuart Holden and few other members of American soccer's youth movement ballin' outta control in Las Vegas this past weekend. Apparently everyone who has at least an Olympic cap for the U.S. was out there. Oh, and so was Mike Magee.
Forget 'young Hollywood' with all their cocaine and TMZ. These are real players.

Robbie Rogers must be the ladykiller of the bunch. Or the freak. It really could go either way but judging by the smile on her face (and another photo to come), I'd say it was the former.

This is pretty much Vegas in a nutshell: cheesing it drunkenly for the camera's, couch-dancing, confusion, at some point someone inevitably does "the cabbage patch", another guy's brother shows up out of nowhere and a few random birds off to the side.

If ever there was photo that was positively gagging to be the subject of a
you write the caption contest this is it.

More Stuart Holden. I kinda want to hang with this guy as he seems to not give a damn and isn't afraid to let you know it. Stuart call me, I'll introduce you to an exhibitionist/receptionist I know that loves accents and vodka. Natch.

I take back what I said about the earlier photo that was Vegas in a nutshell. THIS is Vegas in a nutshell: tig 'ol biddies and bottle service.

How about our Sacha? I feel like the kid is the Vinnie Chase of this crew. You just know that
this song was blasting when the flash went.

Gentlemen, would you join me in standing at your workstations right now to salute young Robbie Rogers for behaving like pro athlete. It seems like only yesterday he was a hot prospect returning from an short, troubled European adventure with all manner of question marks surrounding him. Now look at him, drink in hand with women at the front, back and feet of him. Play on player.