from Steve Simmons of the Toronto Sun,

The Don Cherry almost nobody knows is sitting in the last row of seats in the lower bowl at T-Mobile Arena. Always the last row, so easy to notice, so far removed from the mainstream crowd.

This is Cherry in Las Vegas, in the entertainment capital of the world, the newest of hockey’s new party cities, where there is noise and celebration almost everywhere and the loudest-speaking, loudest-dressing Canadian couldn’t be any more the opposite of his loquacious television persona.

“I don’t go anywhere,” Cherry said. “I don’t do exciting things. I’m kind of boring.”

You won’t see him in a restaurant, in a casino, in a hotel lobby, at a craps table, almost anywhere. Cherry doesn’t go out. He rarely leaves his hotel room.

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