The coach had put together the perfect team
for the Oakland Raiders. The only thing that was missing
was a good quarterback. He had scouted
all the colleges, and even the high schools, but he couldn't
find the perfect quarterback who could
ensure a Conference Championship and a trip to the Super Bowl.
Then one night, while watching CNN, the
coach saw a war scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the
background, he spotted a young Afghani
soldier with a truly incredible arm. The young man threw a hand
grenade straight into a third-story window
300 yards away. KA-BOOM!. He threw another grenade into
a group of enemy soldiers 100 yards away.
KA-BLOOEY! Then a car passed going 90 miles per hour
-- BULL'S EYE! "I've got to get this guy,"
the coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm."
So he brings the kid to the States and teaches
him the great game of football, and the Raiders go on
to win the Conference Championship. The
young Afghani is hailed as the great new hero of football,
but when the coach asks him what he wants,
all the young man wants is to call his mother.
"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Conference Championship, and I'm going to the Super Bowl!"
"I don't want to talk to you," the old woman says. "You deserted us. You are not my son."
"I don't think you understand, Mother," the young
man pleads. I am on the verge of playing in the
greatest sporting event in the world. I'm
here celebrating among thousands of my adoring fans."
"No, let me tell you," his mother retorts. "At
this very moment, there are gunshots all around us.
The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your
two older brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives
last week, and this week your sister was
raped in broad daylight." The old woman paused, and then
tearfully says, "I'll never forgive you
for making us move to Oakland."