By Ryan McGowan
Perhaps it was when I had to ask the guys from the Mine Rescue Simulation team how the hell you simulate a mine in a hotel casino. It could have been when the cab driver asked me if I wanted to tag along with his next customer out to the Bunny Ranch. But in hindsight, I think the moment I realized that Massholes don’t belong in Reno was when I was walking down North Virginia Street and realized I was out of place because I was actually wearing a shirt.