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Dragnet, a very discerning gentleman who lives southwest, sent this one about
an Afghan Quarterback...

The coach had put together the perfect team for the Cleveland Browns. The only
thing that was missing was a good quarterback. He had scouted all the colleges
and even the Canadian and European Leagues, but he couldn't find a ringer who
could ensure a Super Bowl win.

Then one night while watching CNN he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In
one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghan soldier with a truly
incredible arm. He threw a hand-grenade straight into a 15th story window 100
yards away.

KABOOM!

He threw another hand-grenade 75 yards away, right into a chimney.

KA-BLOOEY!

Then he threw another at a passing car going 90 mph.

BULLS-EYE!

"I've got to get this guy!" Coach said to himself. "He has the perfect arm!"

So, he brings him to the States and teaches him the great game of football. And
the Browns go on to win the Super Bowl.

The young Afghan is hailed as the great hero of football, and when the coach asks
him what he wants, all the young man wants is to call his mother.

"Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the Super Bowl!"

"I don't want to talk to you, the old woman says. "You are not my son!"

"I don't think you understand, Mother," the young man pleads. "I've won the greatest
sporting event in the world. 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. 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 defiled!" The old lady pauses, and then tearfully continues, "I will never forgive you
for making us move to Cleveland!"
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