Team owner Jeffery Lurie had put together the perfect
team for the Philadelphia Eagles.
>
>The only thing missing was a good quarterback. He had
scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and
European Leagues, but he couldn't find >a
>ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl victory.
>
>One night while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone scene
in Afghanistan.
>
>In one corner of the background, he spotted a young
Afghani soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw
a hand-grenade straight into a window from 80 yards
away. Then he threw another from 50 yards down a
chimney, and
>finally hit a passing car going 80 miles per hour.
>
>"I've got to get this guy!" Lurie said to himself "He
has the perfect arm!"
>He brings the young Afghan to the States and teaches
him the great game of football, sure enough the Eagles
go on to win the Super Bowl.
>
>The young Afghan is hailed as a hero of football, and
when the coach asks him what he wants, all the young
man wants to do is call his mother. "Mom,"
>he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl.
>
>"I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman
says. "You deserted us. You are not my son."
> "Mother, I don't think you understand," pleads the
son, "I've just won the greatest sporting event in the
world!"
>
>"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
>brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives
last week, and I have to keep your sister in the house
so she doesn't get raped!"
>
>The old lady pauses then tearfully says, "I will
never forgive you for making us move to Philadelphia!"
A Good One
A Good One
"Death has come to your little town."
