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In the video after the jump, filmed Monday night after Game 4 of the Mavericks/Nuggets series, Kenyon Martin says some NSFW things to Mark Cuban, which may or may not be deemed a threat, but which most certainly will be talked about while Cuban skips Game 5 of the series. Specifically, he calls him a "f****t motherf***er," so, yeah, unless you work for Lenny Dykstra, you probably want to bust out your headphones to watch this epic, NSFW goodness.

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Former baseball star Lenny Dysktra recently started his own magazine, The Players' Club. Of course, Dykstra couldn't operate the magazine by himself, so he hired some people to help him. One of those people was photo editor Kevin Coughlin.

As far as I can tell, Coughlin worked for roughly 75 days at TPC, and because he did not sign a confidentiality agreement when he joined the magazine, he wrote about his time with Dykstra for GQ in an article entitled, "You Think Your Job Sucks? Try Working for Lenny Dykstra."

Former Philadelphia Phillies outfielder Lenny Dykstra has been in the headlines quite a bit ever since he retired from the game of baseball. Unfortunately for the man they call Nails, all that publicity he gets is generally of the negative variety. I mean, he did start his own magazine, but then that magazine ran into some trouble when Dykstra didn't pay his business partners.

Of course, Lenny's business partners aren't the only people he isn't paying apparently, as he's also been sued by pilots for not paying for a flight and his accountants. Though why should you pay your accountants when you're not paying anybody? I mean, how much work can they be doing? Now Dykstra's name is mentioned in the April issue of GQ under a headline of "You Think Your Job Sucks? Try Working For Lenny Dykstra." Guess what Lenny didn't do.

Lenny Dykstra is a financial guru. Don't believe me? Just ask him! Of course, that hasn't allegedly stopped him from paying four pilots to fly his private jet. "Allegedly" being the key word, because the only "proof" of this possible failure to pay is a lawsuit the gentlemen filed in Los Angeles Superior Court today.

According to a lawsuit filed today in Los Angeles Superior Court, Dykstra has yet to fork over the cash he promised to pay four pilots in exchange for flying his private plane. Dykstra had until January 12 to pay up, the lawsuit says, but thus far he hasn't.

When I was little, I wanted to be just like Lenny Dykstra. I wanted to work hard, practice every day, and earn the respect of my peers. Wait, no, hold on, I wanted to be just like Cal Ripken, Jr. My friend Kevin from across the street wanted to be just like Lenny Dykstra. He had a mental disease and used to put dirt in his mouth. Yeah, that's right.

Anyway, Lenny was in the news this week because of an unpaid debt here or there, but the real news is that after this dignity nonsense is taken care of, the magazine entreprenuer and car wash mogul Dykstra is planning to expand his empire and pitch an Internet video game to Curt Schilling.

Yeah, I don't know either. I'm just going to copy-paste the transcript of their post-trial period and let you make sense of it. I can barely even look at this guy.

Tonight's Dugout is after the jump.

For a self-proclaimed investment whiz, Lenny Dykstra sure seems to find himself in trouble because of money pretty often. The former Met and Phillie was in a Manhattan court yesterday to deal with accusations that he didn't pay a $139,000 bill from his accountants. The two sides settled inside a courtroom, which just left more time for Dykstra, who has switched from tobacco to Twizzlers, to regale reporters with his wit and wisdom.

NBC Philadelphia compiled a heady list of his remarks, which began when he compared the firm's bargaining strategy to that of a former Phillie teammate. DDK & Co. "folded like Mitch Williams in the ninth," according to Dykstra, who the New York Post describes as a "paunchy fireplug."

He addressed another lawsuit, this one for bouncing a $7,000 check to a private jet concern. "That's my f- - -in' ashtray money, bro." Or his suit money. "See that purple label, bro? That's seven large," Dykstra said as he showed off the lining of his jacket.

Still, Dykstra's problems don't appear to be ending soon. His first legal team from the accountant case resigned after accusing him of not paying his legal bills and his Player's Club magazine/investment advisory for professional athletes never really got off the ground. Perhaps because he was charging usurious rates for his investment advice?

Don't worry about ol' Nails though. He's pitching a video game idea to Curt Schilling which, if nothing else, will be the talkiest game ever made.

Lenny Dykstra is a savvy investor; a gentleman so refined as to have not only a Midas touch but the sensibility to use it only at the proper time. We all knew that long ago.

So, we must also presume that Nails is merely acting in a sage manner, investment-wise, when putting his ginormous house -- once owned and built by Wayne Gretzky himself -- on the market. Not that he would ever be in financial trouble.

The house -- 12,713 square feed, 8 bedrooms, 7 baths on 7 acres -- has now been listed by Sotheby's International in Brentwood.

Asking price: $24.9 million.

When reading this article in the Dallas Morning News (passed along by Ziller), you really have to do a double take on "Kidd said from New York, where he's an intern for a hedge fund company", even if you know it's coming. Because, you know, that would mean that Jason Kidd is actually interning at an investment firm in New York this summer.

Kidd is with Avenue Capital Group, a global investment firm that manages assets estimated at $19.5 billion. The group invests in distressed and undervalued securities, a description that applies to the Mavericks at the moment.

That is what the DMN says. Avenue Capital Group would not comment either way on Kidd's employment. But if this is true (apparently it is not, see update after the jump), well, it may not be some newsbreaking chunk of excitement, but I still want answers. Or at the very least, a reality show.

What is Kidd's background in finance? Is he the NBA's Lenny Dykstra? Does ACG have a summer rec basketball league? Has he interned anywhere before? Is there a guy a few cubicles down who keeps making "assist" jokes every time Kidd helps him with a client?

One of the least likely transformations in recent American sports has been Lenny Dykstra's move from tobacco juice slathered, oddly proportioned, none-too-bright seeming center fielder into financial genius. As you'll recall, Nails has become a commentator on TheStreet.com, pals with Jim Cramer and the creator of a magazine designed to help professional athletes become better managers of their money.

He's pretty sure of the success of his publication, Players Club, so sure, in fact, that he took the stage at last night's National Magazine Awards as a presenter and boasted about the rag's future.

"It's definitely major league," he said. "Maybe not The New Yorker's idea of major league, but it's major league."

Then, presenting the award for personal service, he boasted, "Next year, I'll be back up here, winning this award, because Nails never fails!"

Someone should tell that to his business partners at Doubledown Media. One issue into the venture, they're suing Dykstra for breaching their contract and not paying them more than a half a million dollars he owed. He's accused of driving up expenses and inflating costs without having the wherewithal to pay for the increased spending.

Those expenses included a $400,000 launch party and the hiring of Time magazine art director Arthur Hochstein as a design and editorial consultant. Dykstra also argued in favor of launching the title as a monthly rather than at a more inexpensive bimonthly frequency.

Interesting ideas for maintaining your wealth. Thankfully, I've sunk all money into Darren Daulton's time travel business.

(H/T Deadspin)

Thanks to his inclusion in the Mitchell Report and one of the more entertaining New Yorker profiles ever printed, Lenny Dykstra's made a long-overdue return to the national consciousness in recent months. His post-baseball attempt to conquer the financial world has given birth to The Players Club, a magazine-cum-lifestyle for professional athletes to help them maintain and increase their wealth. He may have one of his first clients under the same roof.

Cutter Dykstra is a 5'10" 18-year-old with gap power, excellent speed and a dirt-encrusted jersey with the number four. He could be a first-round pick in this June's draft and start earning the kind of cash his father can turn into, I dunno, a lot more cash. A profile in today's New York Times portrays him as less of a hellion than his father, he grew up playing golf and lives in Wayne Gretzky's house, but his fondest dream sounds a lot like dear old dad.

A more literal dream came a few nights ago, he said. His first major league at-bat was being televised. The uniform he was wearing? The Mets.

"They split the screen and showed me side-by-side right next to my dad when he was a rookie," he said. "I had a big wad of tobacco in my mouth, too."

Is it wrong that I'm already dreaming about that day myself? Baseball needs more tobacco-dappled uniforms, more wall-crashing center fielders and more Nails. Baseball needs Cutter Dykstra.