The coach put together the perfect team for the Chicago Bears. The only thing missing was a good quarterback. He scouted all the colleges and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn’t find a ringer who could ensure a Super Bowl win.
One night, while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan . In one corner of the background he spotted a young Afghan Muslim soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yds away.
He threw another grenade 75 yds away, right into a chimney.
Then he threw another one at a passing car – going 90 mph.
BULLSEYES. Every one of them.
“I’ve got to get this guy,” Coach said to himself. “He has the perfect arm.”
So, he brings him to the states and teaches him the great game of football, and, the Bears go on to win the Super Bowl.
The young Afghan is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks him what he wants, he only wants to 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 are not my son.”
“I don’t think you understand, Mother,” the young man pleads. “I’ve won the greatest sporting event in the world. I’m here among thousands of 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 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, and then tearfully says, “I will never forgive you for making us move to Chicago .”
~Steve~ H/T Reader Ken L.
