So
You Didn't Grow Up to be a Professional Athlete
April 20th, 2009

If you happen to be an adult male who
is heterosexual or an adult woman who is a raging lesbian,
the chances are high that you dreamed of becoming a professional
athlete as a child. Now here you are, a full-grown adult who
couldn't cut it in the athletic world and is now stuck working
a boring, menial job, and living a pointless, sedentary lifestyle.
Now, you're probably sitting there,
thinking to yourself, “Shit, I've really got no reason
to live,” and for the most part, you're right. However,
complete and utter despair may not be necessary, for there
are still ways of coping with your disappointing life that
can make your existence at least moderately bearable.
As a fair warning, many of these top-notch
coping skills will require you to act like what has come to
be labeled as a “dick”. But just remember, it
is better to be a so-called “dick” than to be
“pathetic”. Of course, some people might ask,
“But doesn’t being a dick make you pathetic in
itself?” To that I reply, “No. No it fucking doesn’t.
What a stupid-ass question to ask.”
* Dominate Recreational
Leagues

One of the most time-tested ways to
feel better about yourself is to beat down on inferior competition
that has no business being on the same field as you. More
than likely, the city you live in has an organized amateur
league for your favorite sport. The odds are also good that
this league is populated by casual players who are only there
because it’s a nice way to stay in shape or a nice diversion
from work and family.
Well guess what? There’s not going
to be anything nice about playing against you, the never-was
professional athlete that takes the amateur league way too
seriously. By making this league the center of your universe
and continually training for it as if it were the Olympics,
you should be able to crush the competition, for whom the
league is just a passing fancy. As you experience success,
pretend you’ve hit the big time and be arrogant and
cocky to those around you as your ego dictates (see above
picture). Happiness will follow.
Here is a quick reference guide for
sizing up your competition in an amateur league. Hopefully,
you fall into the "great" category:
Player's
Skill Level: |
Personality: |
Great |
“I
almost went pro, but wasn't quite good enough." |
Decent |
“I
used to play high school ball. I once scored 4 touchdowns
in a single game, but now I'm a shoe salesman.” |
Mediocre |
"I'm
playing just to try and stay in shape." |
Sucks |
“I
joined this league, because I thought it would be a
good way to meet people (and get away from my family
for a few hours).” |
If for some reason you go to all this
trouble and still don’t succeed at the amateur level,
then you really suck and it’s time to simply give up
on this whole being an athlete thing. Luckily, you don’t
necessarily have to be an athlete to be involved in athletics.
* Become an Official
or Referee

Becoming an official for your local
little league or high school league is not only a great way
to become actively involved in sports, but also the perfect
vehicle for taking out your pent up frustration on other aspiring
athletes. The benefits of officiating include, but are not
limited to:
* The ability to call penalties on star
players that you are jealous of and even eject them from the
game.
* Call off an entire game at the slightest
sign of inclement weather (e.g. "I felt a drop of rain,
game over!"). This works best with long-anticipated contests
between heated rivals with long histories that everyone looks
forward to watching.
* Using your creativity to find new,
innovative ways to make life hell for coaches, players, and
fans.
* Bitch, Bitch, Bitch!
Attempting to ease your pain by whining
to others about how you were "robbed" of your opportunity
to become a professional athlete is a viable option. When
sitting with the right crowd, your tale of how you “almost
went pro” has the potential to captivate your buddies
for hours on end and make you the life of the party. Just
be careful though, some people may see right through your
bullshit.
* Play the Race Card
When just regular bitching doesn't
do the trick, you can take whining to the next level by bringing
race into the picture. Unfortunately, due to the ever-increasing
levels of tolerance and understanding in our society, crying
racism is becoming harder and harder to pull off successfully.
But if you look hard enough, it is still possible to find
a bigoted crowd to hang out with and find acceptance for your
skewed version of reality.
Did one of your coaches used to yell
at you? That was because of your ethnicity. Never got enough
playing time? That had nothing to do with lack of skill and
everything to do with differing religious beliefs. Did you
fumble 3 times in one game and get benched? That was definitely
because you were or weren't black.
If you tell these stories enough times,
you'll eventually believe them, finally freeing yourself of
any responsibility and guilt for your many athletic shortcomings.
Sure, you may end up becoming legitimately hateful against
certain groups of people, but hey, all human beings are at
least a little hateful by nature. Might as well put that hate
to good use.
* Become a National
Anthem Singer

I think it's a pretty safe bet to say
that both the typical season ticket holder and the professional
athlete already loves and respects his country. Regardless,
sports organizations will be god damned if these people won’t
be forced to listen to a drawn-out national anthem ceremony
for every single fucking game ever played, EVER! National
anthem ceremonies are something that everyone knows are stupid
and unnecessary, but no one dares put a stop to it for fear
of being labeled unpatriotic.
Naturally, being an anthem singer is
the perfect way to annoy athletes and their fans. As an added
bonus, they will all cheer for you after you finish. Once
again taking a lesson from Principal Skinner of The Simpsons,
you can even make a game out of it by seeing how slow you
can sing the national anthem and then trying to break that
record with each successive game.
* Become a Professional
Ticket Scalper

There's alot more to being a ticket
scalper than just being human garbage and having small, impotent
genitalia. You see, scalping tickets is a great way to ruin
the sports-going experience for others and make some extra
money on the side. By purchasing tickets you have no interest
in and reselling them at a scandalously marked up price, you
will be able to spite anyone who would dare try to have a
fun night out at a game with friends and family. Truth be
told, there is no pleasure quite like leeching off of decent,
hardworking people. It’s kind of like being a real estate
investor, only without having to deal with pesky tenants every
month.
* Buy Your Own Professional
Sports Franchise
Owning your own professional team is
pretty easy. All you need is a business that generates hundreds
of millions of dollars. It’s really not that hard at
all. I myself would go this route, but I don’t feel
like it.
Once you own a team, the only hard
part is deciding exactly what type of owner to be. There are
several choices, each with its own advantages:
Rich Asshole:
Perfected by George Steinbrenner, the
rich asshole laughs to his heart’s content as he buys
up every single high-profile superstar his league has to offer.
Hearing the complaints of the whiny fans of other teams only
adds to his joy.
Granted, most high-salary teams will
choke in the playoffs, but they usually dominate during the
regular season, which is where a team makes most of its money,
and is therefore the most important part of the season.
Cheap Asshole:
Why go through all the trouble of spending
money on your team when you can run it into the ground and
still make a profit? Most of the time, no matter how awful
a team is, there will always be enough idiot diehard fans
to come out and support it. Don’t forget to blackout
home games for extra fun.
Ego Asshole:
This type of owner needs to leave a
huge mark on his newly-acquired team so that everyone in the
universe knows that the franchise now belongs to him. This
is done by replacing the team’s established, classic
uniforms with something new and modern, both of which are
usually synonyms for ugly.
|
When
Henry & Susan Samueli purchased the Mighty Ducks
from Disney in 2005, they figured the team's uniforms
would be better off without an original color scheme
or an actual crest on the front of the jersey. The ego
asshole struck again. |
Fashion Asshole:
This owner is an extension of the ego
asshole. Not satisfied with just one major uniform overhaul,
the fashion asshole will change them every few years, if not
every year. He will also be sure to adopt a ridiculously large
array of alternate jerseys. In his mind, just because the
team’s official colors are red and white, doesn’t
mean the players can’t also be dressed in black, silver,
green, pink, and midnight blue.
|
Dark
blue and red...then dark blue and powder blue... and
then a different shade of red and yellow for some reason.
What the fuck is going on here? |
Nice Asshole:
This owner goes out of his way to not
gouge the fans on ticket and merchandise prices, while striving
to provide them with as pleasurable of an experience as possible
at home games. He also treats his staff with the utmost respect.
But at the end of the day, he’s still an asshole with
more money than me. Fuck this dude.
* Become a Heckler
Heckling players and coaches at games
is not only a great way to vent frustration for all your failures
in life, it also provides a valuable service to society. Everyday,
thousands of players at all levels walk around, completely
unaware that they suck or that they are fags. If you don’t
tell them, who else will?
Also, contrary to popular belief, teams
do listen when fans shout criticism and offer advice.

* Coach a Little League
Team

Another great way to raise self-esteem
is by yelling into the eardrums and asserting your authority
onto those who are smaller, weaker, and less intellectually
developed than you are. Little league coaching provides all
of this and more. As an added bonus, the job not only empowers
you to, but makes it your duty to take your lesser-talented
players and not give them any playing time during games, thus
starting them down a lifelong path of dashed dreams and inferiority
complexes. Would this be considered cruel? Of course not.
It’s simply the sweet revenge that you are completely
entitled to.
* Become a Sports Agent
Be warned, this can be a bit of a double-edged
sword. It must be understood that this job contains a major
downside in that you will play a large role in helping your
clients attain the superstar salaries and bonuses that you
once yearned for, possibly triggering episodes of major depression,
which wouldn’t be so bad except for the incidents of
messy suicide they've been known to cause every now and then.
But enough about the bad, let’s
look on the bright side. Being a sports agent gives you the
chance to get paid for being a dick, and that’s pretty
nice. You’ll get to enjoy the experience of watching
team owners squirm as you extort them for more and more money,
lest they allow your superstar player to cease playing for
them. Then, once the inflated contract is finalized, you get
to collect a criminal-like 10% for yourself.
Don’t assume this will be easy,
sports agenting is an art form. In order to close out these
big-money contracts, you’ll need to be very assertive
and use razor-sharp negotiating skills, such as in the following
hypothetical situations. Be prepared to play hardball.
Sports
Agent vs. Frugal Owner
Agent: My client will
accept nothing less than 10 years at $100 million.
Frugal Owner: Dude,
we negotiated a contract just last year. The deal was 8 years
at $50 million. You and your client were both happy with it.
Agent: Yeah, well,
now we want a new contract. One that pays more money.
Frugal Owner: No.
Agent: Yes.
Frugal Owner: No.
Agent: Sir, my client
is an established superstar and future hall-of-famer.
Frugal Owner: So?
Agent: So give us what
we want.
Frugal Owner: No.
Agent: Fuck you, then.
My client won't play again until you trade us to a team that
isn’t afraid to spend money and we both know you’ll
cave in within a few months at the most.
Frugal Owner (to himself):
I hate my life.
Sports
Agent vs. Poor Owner
Agent: My client will
accept nothing less than 10 years at $100 million.
Poor Owner: I’m
sorry, but we simply cannot afford to pay that.
Agent: That’s
why you take it in the butt. We’re leaving for a rich
team after this season ends.
Poor Owner (to himself):
I am defeated.
Sports
Agent vs. Super-Rich Owner
Agent: My client will
accept nothing less than 10 years at $100 million.
Rich Owner: Sure, sounds
good.
Agent: Oh yeah? Well….wait…oh…what
I meant to say was we’ll accept nothing less than 10
years at $120 million.
Rich Owner: Fine.
Agent: Oh…well…alright
then. Pleasure doing business with you. Have a nice day.
Rich Owner (to himself):
What a nice guy. He must have been raised by a good mother.
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