I gotta do something about that boat, too
Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004Damn, he’s a hell of a football player. Good enough to help win a championship. He’s so good that another team is willing to pay him more to play for them. And he’s going. Where’s the loyalty? I coached him to a championship, and now he wants to join another team. Who does he think he is? I am the one who deserves the credit for winning it all. I’ll get him somehow. Wait. I have an idea. This will be great. Plus, it will save a little money for the organization. (Dials the phone). “Hey, bud. Those rings we ordered with the five big diamonds? Yeah, those. For one-a them rangs, how much would it save me to replace the big diamonds with that cuban zirocknistuff. Yeah, whatever. Fake diamonds. Wow. Hmmmm. OK, gimme ten of those, and leave the rest as they were ordered. Thanks.”






