Can Sports Betting Twitter Survive Musk’s Fart-Mode Moment?
On the Sunday after Thanksgiving, I had just finished a sushi dinner with my family in
Las Vegas' Arts District
when we summoned an Uber to drive us to a Miranda Lambert concert on the Strip. We were picked up in a Tesla. I drive a'92 Volvo station wagon. Suffice it to say, I didn't know how to open the Tesla's doors.
Our driver, a former blackjack…
