mmm.... reminds me of Aristophanes The Clouds
where the father Strepsiades is complaining about his good-for-nothing, gambling, horse-racing son....
ἀλλ᾽ οὐδ᾽ ὁ χρηστὸς οὑτοσὶ νεανίας
ἐγείρεται τῆς νυκτός, ἀλλὰ πέρδεται
ἐν πέντε σισύραις ἐγκεκορδυλημένος.
It's interesting that this word has kept its forms throughout the Indo-European language group. PrD - FrT