Thursday, March 16, 2006

Mama, Let Your Sons Grow Up To Be Sports Agents

If I ever have a kid, I'm doing my best to gently nudge him (or her) towards being a sports agent. Aside from making some fantastic cash while sticking it to greedy owners, apparently, the brain surgeons currently posing as sly negotiators for pro athletes can A) be a crackhead a la Randy Moss' agent. (And we all know how fun and exciting doing a little crack can be, right?),
B) avoid reading contracts' a la Lavar Arrington's agent. (Arrington was screwed over? Gee, I'm so, so sorry to hear that.), and C) be a complete clown like Drew Rosenhaus.

Clearly, any nitwit with a cellphone and plenty of hair gel can be an agent and make bank.


Post a Comment

<< Home