Every now and then, I'll bet a friend some insignificant amount of money -- usually a dollar -- that this or that will happen in a basketball game, or a football game, or maybe even the World Pillow Fight Championships
. But when I win, my buddies never pay up. I have no idea how much money this has cost me over the years. It could be tens of dollars, it could be thousands. Heck, for all I know, I should be retired and swimming in my giant money bin, Scrooge McDuck-style. But I never asked for the money, so I have no one to blame but myself.
Unlike me, one Las Vegas casina -- the Wynn Casino, to be exact -- is
asking, nay, demanding
that Charles Barkley make good on his $400,000 gambling debt. Apparently, Sir Swindler conveniently misremembered to cover four $100,000 casino markers (loans) he got from Wynn last October. And unless Chuck ponies up the cash, he could end up in jail. Again.Update! Chuck has responded
. "My mistake. I'm not broke, and I'm going to take care of it. I've been gambling 20 years. I've never had this happen before. It's my fault I let the time lapse. I screwed up. All they had to do is call and say, 'Hey, you owe us this money.'"
So I guess that's that. But you know what? I hope Charles and Kenny Smith put together a Barkley's Eleven to get the money back. Especially if Wynn is run by a menacing bastard who's currently dating Barkley's long-lost love while also totally screwing over one of Chuck's best friends. Ernie Johnson could be the straight man, Magic Johnson could say a bunch of silly things, and...well, you get the idea. That would be so rad
Labels: Charles Barkley, debts, gambling, Kenny "The Jet" Smith, Las Vegas