The average professor earns more money in a year than a professional athlete earns in a whole week.
Come in, the lamp is lit.
We have to get our priorities straight Now what shall we do? Ah! I have it.
Come on professor, get up. No more sitting around smoking a pipe in you Harris tweed jacket with the leather patches on the elbows. No more dull boring lectures on borderline vagueness, Etruscan pottery or non-Euclidian geometry. No more propositioning good looking freshman. No more being tied and tethered to your pathetic tenure. Close that book, get down to the locker room, suit up, get out on the field and start passing that football, if you expect to pay the rent.
We want to see you sweat and get tackled so we can cheer. Sign that contract with the Marbletown Jets, get in line, work with your teammates, do what your coach tells you to and hope that your team wins enough games to keep your name in the papers.
And when they hand you that big, fat check don't spend it on drugs, mansions, fancy cars, expensive bars and loose women. Put it under your mattress. Or better yet put it in the bank. Save it, so you can send your kids to college. Where they can learn basketball.
May the spirit be with you.
This is not a contest.
A young man out west just took home 88 million dollars from the lottery.
Whether you play the lottery or not, if you suddenly had 88 million dollars, or the equivalent of whatever your currency is, what are the first three things you would do with it?
You have all summer to answer if you wish.
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