Sugar took my Bronco jersey and threw it in the wash. Football season is over — until April O.T.A.s, i.e., “official team activities.”
Now baseball is appealing, especially since Arizona is warmer than Colorado and many Major League teams go there for spring training, playing in the Cactus League. I told Sugar that I might mosey down there and play a little ball.
You are probably wondering how an N.F.L. free agent such as myself can find time to play baseball too. Isn’t there something in my contract that prohibits it? Well, remember, I am an unsigned free agent, so there is no restrictive contract provision. How clever of me!
Also, I remind you that Bo Jackson played in both the N.F.L. and the Major League Baseball. A lot of us extraordinary athletes have transferable skills.
I tried to explain that to Sugar. She is too conservative about my ambitions as a professional athlete. Get a load of this — she actually told me to stick with swimming in the Senior Olympics. Been there. Done that. There is no money in it, whereas the league minimum for a regular season in the N.F.L. or M.L.B. is more than some people in the general public earn in a whole year. Sugar needs to be more practical. She needs to see the earning potential. She thinks I play these games for the fun of it, even the glory of it, when actually, I am doing it for her. I am thinking of her financial security.
She doesn’t listen to me. I suppose I should have Bo Jackson’s wife give Sugar a call and clue her in about the advantages of being married to a two-sport professional athlete.
I was not exactly drafted by any of the Major League Baseball teams yet, so I am basically an unsigned free agent. Again. Keep your fingers crossed. When I bring home that M.L.B. contract, Sugar will be glad I had the foresight and fortitude to provide for her in this manner. She can thank me now or thank me later.