Besides the fact that he can’t hit the broadside of a barn! Zing! Turns out, he’s getting bamboozled left and right on road trips and in the clubhouse by his teammates. Because if you read his blog over at Yardbarker you’d probably roll casually along, reading about stuff like eating dinner with his agent, dealing with a tweaked hammy, why Ruth-Chris is the best steakhouse in all the land, you know, the standy stuff athletes blog about. Then you get hit with this little number:
I have some bad news….I probably won’t be gambling as much with my teammates anymore….I lost a lot of money a few days ago and I’m still kind of sick behind it. Well…I may still gamble, but I may not go overboard like I did…haha.
So, um, that’s, uh, what some people in the “business” (read: failed former bookies) would call a “problem”. We beat our wife when we drink. So we’re quitting. However, she doesn’t really need her left cheekbone, so maybe we’ll drink a little bit. Kidding. It’s not that bad. And frankly, we totally back the notion that excess leads to the palace of wisdom. But that doesn’t mean we’re gonna go around telling everyone about it. Although the NBA is pretty clear of any gambling implications or issues, so it’s probably a no harm no foul type of thing.
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