PLAYING FOR PIZZA - JOHN GRISHAM
Rick Dockery sat up in his hospital bed and looked his agent square in the eye. "How bad is it?" he asked.
"The concussion is the least of your problems," Arnie replied. "You threw three bad passes in 11 minutes when you came on as third-change quarterback and cost the Browns a place in the Super Bowl. No one in Cleveland will ever talk to you again. You are now officially the worst ever player in NFL history."
Rick choked back a sob. It was not always easy being a lummox.
"There is some good news, though," Arnie said. "I've got you a contract as the pro quarterback for Parma in the Italian league. Three thousand euros a month plus an apartment and a car."
Rick had never heard of Italy, but it sounded a long, long way away and a long, long way away was the place he needed to be.
A week later, he was greeted at the station.
"You must be Rick," the man said. "Sam Russo."
"I guess you must be in the mafia," Rick whispered.
"But this is a john grisham book and we're in Italy."