"You must mean Doug Flutie, 1984. No, of course not—"
"You think I'm going to be a bust, ride the bench?"
"Do you mean Andre Ware, 1989? Ty Detmer, 1990? Desmond Howard, 1991? Gino Torretta, 1992?"
"You must be crazy," the quarterback yells. "You must think I can't read or something. You want me to be drafted 14th like Eddie George, 1995, rather than Number 1?"
The dreams the quarterback has had since childhood suddenly seem doomed. The only question is whether his short-range future is darker than his long-range future. Hasn't anyone else paid attention to what happens to the winners of this award? Why would anyone want to win it?
"You think I'm going to wind up in court with some Dream Team of lawyers defending me?" he screams. "You think I'm going to be trying on gloves for the jury and hearing debates about my Bruno Magli shoes?"
"Yes, well, O.J. Simpson, 1968, is an exception," the S.I.D. replies.
"You think I'm going to wind up in the slammer for counterfeiting?"
"Is that Billy Cannon, 1959?"
"You think I'll wind up on drugs?"