Cecil Fielder, a guy I remember as a singularly happy professional baseball player, was a slugger for the Tigers, Yankees, Angels and Indians, made $47 milllion playing baseball, not counting endorsements and appearances. Now he's in hiding, penniless, and his family hasn't seen him in a while. What brought him so low?
Gambling. A timeline from his first really disastrous experience at the Trump Plaza casino in Atlantic City:
"Trump extended Fielder a $25,000 line of credit. That money, plus whatever cash he had started with, lasted a day and a half.
"Fielder requested, and was given, another $25,000 line of credit. That was gone in two hours and 40 minutes.
"The casino lent him $27,500 more. That lasted less than 20 minutes.
"The casino extended Fielder’s credit by another $50,000. The minute-by-minute records stop there, but the file contains a total. By the time the binge was over, Fielder owed the Trump casino $580,000."
Money doesn't bring happiness, and it often brings tragedy. What an awful story.
From Wizbang
Monday, October 18, 2004
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