A couple years ago, I was in Las Vegas for a work trip. My colleagues and I had gathered at Tao, in the Venetian for dinner. While we were sitting in the club, none other than Michael Jordan walked past us with a group of probably 10 rather attractive women. Jordan was also flanked by a few muscle bound bodyguards and of course his infamous wingman, former NBA player Charles Oakley. No one at our table said a word to the group as they were walking by. Our reluctance to speak probably came out of a combination of shock, awe and perhaps a little fear. Interestingly, Jordan did not look at his best that night. His appearance was very different then the on-court persona he cultivated during his playing days. Seeing MJ and crew definitely contributed to yet another memorable trip to Vegas.