After a few months of suspiciously restrained behavior, blackjack savant Don Johnson has returned. He was spotted in October in Atlantic City stuffing fistfuls of casino chips into his gullet. Just grinding them up between his world-class molars. No, I made that up. He was actually cashing in fistfuls of chips at the Tropicana Casino and Resort—$2 million worth of them—to be precise. The Press of Atlantic City reported the news last week:


Tropicana has promoted high-stakes table games play as the centerpiece of its casino operations in recent months. The volatile nature of table games wagering has helped Tropicana at times but hurt during others, particularly in October.

"Last month we were the windshield, this month we're the bug," Rodio said. "We're going to have some great months and some months when we get beat up."

Yes, you are. The months you get beat up are the months when Don Johnson is playing. Last April, Johnson beat up the Tropicana for $5.8 million, part of an amazing run that saw him savage Atlantic City casinos for $15.1 million in six months.

The Atlantic City paper says Johnson is now "an international celebrity dubbed the 'Beast of Blackjack'," but we still prefer to think of him as "The King of Champagne," the docile creature who buys Nebuchadnezzers of bubbly, sprays them on his adoring fans, and then grabs a mic and screams, ''DON MOTHERFUCKING JOHNSON! DON MOTHERFUCKING JOHNSON!"

H/T Drew H.