Random Power Rankings: Who we’d most want to hang out with in Vegas

NASCAR heads to Las Vegas this weekend, so @nascarcasm imagines who would be the most fun to hang out with in Sin City.

You know how most of your group wants to hit the tables and gamble and get all the free drinks but there's that one guy who would rather go see a ventriloquist or something? We respect good behavior, but we feel like that'd be William. Plus not enough forms of ID in the world would convince casino security that he's 21.

Every time he rolls the dice at the craps table he probably says, "Daddy needs to bring home the bacon! Haha!" That dad joke will get old so very fast.

His nickname for a long time was “Bad Luck Bowman.” Do you really want that guy sitting next to you in a casino? That's like inviting your friend "Ol' Capsize Calloway" on a deep-sea fishing trip.

Would probably want to spend the entire time visiting the Hoover Dam, just so he can be around yet another imposing object that doesn't let anything by.

He'll complain because he'll be all, "When I was in Las Vegas at the end of the year last year I won easily" and you'll have to explain to him that casino games have worse odds than the Most Popular Driver award.

Brad's a good family man these days, but we think that maybe, just maybe, the Brad who guzzled Miller Lite out of a six-gallon glass after winning the championship might manifest himself for just one night if the right circumstances arose.

We think Erik would be pretty fun. He’s young and full of energy. He'd be good at pulling the Las Vegas all-nighter at the casino. After all, he proved at Darlington that he's good at winning at like two in the morning.

Would be fun, but would probably physically shove you into the fountain in front of the Bellagio.

Being a Ganassi driver, he knows a thing or two about “Chips!” LOL yeah this one sucks, move on to the next one, sorry.

"Hey, what happens in Vegas STAYS in Vegas!" we'd tell Blaney and nudge him in the ribs after he receives the come-hither eyes of a chain-smoking, slot-playing 74-year-old grandmother on oxygen.

Las Vegas is his hometown, so he knows his way around town. Plus, we'd be curious to see if he bows every time he wins a hand of blackjack and makes the crybaby gesture at the dealer when the dealer starts booing.

In Las Vegas, the high rollers get comped for meals all the time. Nice meals like steak and lobster. So, if you’re hanging with high-roller Denny Hamlin, that means you get all sorts of free lobster.

You have to have a solid poker face at the gaming tables. And we think that if Joey's got pocket aces, he'll immediately squint, grin and laugh, so you know to fold immediately.

Martin Truex Jr. is the ultimate good luck charm in Las Vegas. All you need is for him to tell you "You ain't winning this damn hand of blackjack" and then you do.

Fatherhood has mellowed Clint ever so slightly. But that standard Las Vegas night out – the one where you tell him "I don't really want to stay out too late" and then you wake up the next morning in your boxers, one shoe and a showgirl headdress on Wayne Newton's front lawn and you have no idea why – that would most likely happen with Clint.

He, too, is from Las Vegas, so he knows all the good, secret spots to go. And he will take you to all of them and let you ride on top of his car while doing so.