My friend Jayball has lived a life most men can only fantasize about - fast cars, high end hookers, horse racing, fine dining, beach front houses. A life of decadence it has been:
"Did I ever tell you about the time I bumped Dennis Rodman at Sapphires?" The mid 90's were a great time for Dennis Rodman. He was at the peak of his wealth and popularity and was a notoriously lavish spender at a number of gentlemen clubs in town. As legend goes, one night Rodman was seated at a table reserved for Jayball and his crew. Jayball shows up twenty minutes late and the host asks if he is willing to give his table up to Rodman for the night - his response - "I don't give a shit if it's Frank Sinatra, get me my table!"
As strip joints go, the formula is rather simple. Whoever spends the most money is going to get the best treatment. Now regular guys like you and me are not able to complete with rich and famous athletes when it comes to the world of a high end gentlemen's club - not Jayball!
"Did Rodman get pissed that you bumped him?" I ask as I am trying to contain my laughter after hearing his tale. His answer is classic Jayball - "After I bumped him, he comes up to me and gives me a look, and then he says, 'Who the fuck are you again?' So I introduce myself, buy him a drink and then we spend the rest of the night partying like a rock stars."
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