The owner of the Saskatchewan Roughriders had put together a winning team,
missing only a stud quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges the NFL and
European leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer to guarantee a Grey Cup win.
One night he was watching a war-zone scene in Iraq on TV. In the background
of one shot, he saw a young Iraqi soldier with a truly incredible arm.
He threw a hand grenade straight into a 15th story window 100 yards away.
KABOOM! He threw another grenade 75 yards, pitching it right into a chimney.
KA-BLOOEY! Then he threw another into a car passing at 90 mph. BULL'S-EYE!
"I've got to get this guy!" the owner shouted. "He's got the perfect arm!"
He finds him and brings him to Saskatchewan and teaches him the great game
of football. The Roughriders go on to win the Grey Cup. The young Iraqi is
hailed as a great hero, and when the owner asks him what he wants, he says
he wants to call his mother. "Mom," he says into the phone,"I just won the
Grey Cup!" "I don't want to talk to you," the old Muslim woman
"You deserted us. You are not my son!" "You don't understand, Mother," the
QB pleads. "I've won the greatest sporting event in Canada. I'm here among
thousands of my 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. The elections are a joke, 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 adds, "I will never forgive you for making us move to Regina!