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