The Ballplayer (continued from page 712)

Humor — By BWC on March 12, 2007 at 8:54 am

Following in the footsteps of Bo Jackson and Deion Sanders (and Danny Ainge), you decide to play two sports professionally. You are drafted by the Dallas Cowboys and the San Francisco Giants.

Soon after you sign a multi-million dollar contract with Nike, and their “Moe Knows” campaign becomes part of the public consciousness.

But in a play-off game vs. the Cincinnati Bengals you suffer a career ending hip injury and are forced into early retirement. You begin racing remote control cars as a hobby, and live out the rest of your life in relative obscurity.

THE END

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    1 Comment

  • tyler Charles says:

    Ah, I loved and hated these books when I was a kid. So many possible endings…and yet none that is satisfying or compelling.

    These books always seemed like a depressing metaphor for life: “No matter what path you choose in life, you will always be disappointed (and dead) in the end.”

    This post, however, was superb. Far better than those “life is a disappointment” books.

    Yet I must point out two flaws. The Bengals and the Cowboys play in different conferences, so they couldn’t meet in the playoffs, only the Super Bowl.

    Even if Moe was drafted by the Cowboys but playing for another team when his season ended in that playoff game versus the Bengals, it still doesn’t resolve the most glaring oversight. As a lifelong Bengals fan, I know the Bengals will never play in another playoff game. Let alone the Super Bowl. To suggest that the Bengals are capable of future success is incomprehensible and fully obliterates your credibility.

    I’d recommend editing the post so that the Cowboys are playing a more respectable franchise, like the Dolphins, Chiefs, Lions, or a mid-major college football team. Anyone other than my abominable Bengals.

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