New York Giants owner, John Mara, vowed at his father's funeral that he would put together another great Giants team for 2009. Knowing that Eli Manning was washed up, he realized that the only thing missing was a great quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges and universities, and even the high schools across America, and he couldn't find a ringer quarterback that would ensure a Super Bowl win. Then one night, watching CNN, Mara saw a war zone in Afghanistan. In the background, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a young Afghan soldier with a truly incredible arm. 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 about 10 soldiers a good 110 yards away -- ka-blooey! A car passed by going 90 miles an hour -- bulls-eye! Right into the barely open window. "I've got to get this guy," Mara said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So he brings him to the states and teaches him the great game of football. Predictably, the young man breaks all the NFL records for completed passes, and the Giants went on to win the SuperBowl. The young Afghan is lionized and idolized as the Great Hero of SuperBowl XXXXI, and when Mara asks him what he wants, all the young man wanted to do was to call his mother on the phone.
"Mom," the young man says into the receiver, "I just won the SuperBowl."
"I don't want to talk to you," the old woman said in return. "You deserted us. You're not my son anymore."
"I don't think you understand, mother" the young man pleaded. "I just won the greatest sporting event in the whole, wide world. I'm in the middle of thousands of adoring fans, all screaming my name."
"No, let me tell you," the mother implored. "At this very moment, there are gun shots 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.... I can never forgive you for making us move to New York City...."
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