I'll Trade You

So, Brett Favre is trading in his green and yellow uniform for a New York Jets number on his back.

I've never understood professional sports when they trade a player to another team. From my limited understanding, the player is a commodity who has no input as to where or when he goes to work. There are horror stories reported about athletes who show up at their locker at work and it's been cleaned out with a note directing them to report to another team by noon the following day.

Can you imagine leaving home one day to go to the same job that you've had for 16 years where you have worked, traveled and spent personal time with the same 25 co-workers, only to find your desk empty except for the note saying "You are moving to... New York City...or no, maybe Colorado....or perhaps Miami." And there is a guy in your office hanging pictures in the place where you had yours.

You are going to do the same basic job (maybe) in this other city that you will call home....for a while, anyway.

Gulp.
One must have an understanding spouse,eh?
What to do with the house?
What do you say to the kids?
Where will you live?
What school should the kids go to?
What church, book club and bowling alley will be waiting for you?

I would be better if I knew that some of the management who decides on these "trades" were in the same position some time and got traded themselves.

I’ll stick to the security of living at one address and just watching these guys get dirty, broken and insecure on the playing fields.

I guess there are "pros" and cons to being a paid athlete.

Now maybe consider going to give your boss some sugar.