The only thing you probably heard about down in Miami are the parties (and maybe the Super Bowl). But under the radar are the daytime events, which are sometimes better than what goes on after dark. Case in point: Sony set up their PlayStation Oasis in the penthouse of the Raleigh, one of those swanky South Beach hotels that overlooks nothing but palm trees and blue ocean.
Equipped with a room full of PS3s hooked up huge 1080p hi-def TVs were playing Madden 07, Motorstorm, Formula 1, Resistance: Fall of Man and NBA 07: The Life Vol 2 and a couple PS2s with God of War, this was the only place a gamer wanted to be. But it wasn't easy to get in. After somehow swinging a golden wristband, I walked into Oasis to see Ludacris checking out some futuristic device. Upon further inspection, it was a lasering machine that could put almost any logo, word or picture onto anything you want. People were lazering everything from shoes to wallets to arms (kidding). Luda was there picking up one of the special lazerized (or lazored, whatever you want to call it) PS3s. Easily the coolest gift bag item of any party ever. Yes, I said ever. Can you imagine scoring a flamed out PS3? Or a green PS3 with a huge snake on it? It made me wish (for about the 50 zillionth time) that I was famous for doing something other than chugging cheese at county fairs.
So, being the sad dork that I am, I didn't leave the Oasis until they kicked me out many, many hours later. Over the course of the day I crushed ex-Maxim blogger Paul "Three Seconds In The" Ulane at three games of Madden; saw Nick Cannon play some NBA; watched Bernard Hopkins not be afraid of anyone or anything; wore the same shirt as Shawne Merriman (I’m serious, the man has great style) and pretended not to stare at Gabrielle Union, Fergie, Stacey Keibler and ex-Maxim blogger Paul "Technically Foul" Ulane.
If that wasn't enough, they had even more PS3s down in cabanas on the beach (I didn't know what a cabana was until this trip. Now I want to install one in office cubicle.) After bumping into Matt Leinart in the elevator, I spent the rest of the day drinking (did I mention the free beer?) and crashing a Formula 1car in Cabanaland. 
If anyone has some investment money burning a hole in your diamond-encrusted wallet, this should be a year round business down in Miami or Vegas or anywhere else that doesn’t get cold. I’ll run it almost free of charge and we can call it CabanArcade, or Cabanaland or Totally Awesome Cabana Time Games (we’ll work on that last one.)