07.09.09 9 years ago 10 Comments

Lenny Dykstra filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection earlier this week. If you weren’t paying attention, Chapter 9 was titled Live Like An Extravagant Prick and Chapter 10 was Vehemently Shout Down Any Reports Of Your Demise. But that’s why I don’t read books that don’t involve mythological creatures working among humans in present-day North Carolina. From Reuters, who really get annoyed when you call them “Rooters” for some reason:

The 46-year-old has no more than $50,000 of assets and between $10 million and $50 million of liabilities, according to a petition filed Tuesday with the U.S. Bankruptcy Court in the Central District of California.

Dykstra’s filing comes in the wake of some 20 lawsuits he faces tied to his activities as a financial entrepreneur, including The Players Club, a glossy magazine he had helped launch, according to published reports.

We all knew this was coming, but for it to actually happen now is incredibly satisfying. Those of us that first read Kevin Coughlin’s GQ report about Dykstra’s business acumen, or lack thereof, couldn’t wait for it. It’s hard to imagine that anybody to whom he owes money will ever see it. But then again…they loaned money to Lenny Dykstra. For an upscale, low-margin business. I’d rather give my money to Ca$h Cow and have him take his chances at the craps table. He love the Come Line. But then, who doesn’t? Oh, you’re gonna have to roll for him. That’s just how he is.

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