Coach K had put together the perfect Duke team, the only thing he was
>missing was a good shooting guard. He had scouted all the high schools,
>even the junior colleges, but he couldn't find a ringer guard who could
>ensure a NCAA Basketball title.
>
>Then one night, while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone scene in Bosnia. In
>one corner of the background, he spotted a young Bosnian soldier with truly
>incredible ability. He threw a hand grenade straight into a 15th-story
>window 200 yards away - ka-boom! He threw another hand grenade into a group
>of 10 soldiers 100 yards away - ka-blooey! Then a car passed, going 90 mph.
>Bulls-eye!
>
>"I've got to get this guy!", Coach K said to himself. "He has perfect aim
>and I can train him to shoot baskets!"
>
>So, he brings him to the States and teaches him the great game of
>basketball, and Duke goes on to win the NCAA Basketball Championship. The
>young Bosnian is lionized as the Great Hero of Basketball, and when Coach K
>asks him what he wants, all the young man wants to do is to call home and
>speak with his mother.
>
>"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the NCAA Basketball
>championship."
>
>"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 just won
>the greatest sporting event in the world. I'm here among thousands of my
>adoring fans."
>
>"No, let me tell you," the mother retorts, "at this very moment, there are
>gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two
>brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and this week
>your sister was raped in broad daylight." The old lady pauses, and then
>tearfully says, "I'll never forgive you for making us move to Durham."
submitted by cheerwhiner on Monday, April 8 at 10:17 PM
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