The West Indies coach had put together his team for the World Cup Cricket tournament. The only thing that was missing was a good bowler. He had scouted all the colleges, and even the high schools, but he couldn't find a ringer bowler who could ensure a World Cup win. Then one night, while watching CNN, he saw a war-zone scene in Afghanistan. In one corner of the background, he spotted a young Afghanistan soldier with a truly incredible arm. He threw a hand grenade straight into a 3rd story window 200 yards away, ka-b***booo! He threw another hand grenade into a group of 10 soldiers 100 yards away, ka-*la*hey! Then a car passed, going 90 mph, bulls-eye! ?I've got to get this guy!" Said the Roger Harper to himself. "He has the perfect arm!" So, he brings him to the Jamaica and teaches him the great game of cricket. The West Indies go on to finally win the World Cup and Roger Harper is very happy... The young Afghani is hailed as the Great Hero of West Indies cricket, and when Coach asks him what he wants, all the young man wants to do is to call his mother. "Mom," he says into the phone, "I just won the World Cup!" "I don't want to talk to you," the old woman says. "You deserted us. You are not my son." "I don't think you understand, Mother!" the young man pleads. "I single-handedly ended the slump West Indies cricket has been for the last few years. I'm here among thousands of my adoring fans." "No, let me tell you," his mother retorts. "At this very moment, there are gunshots all around us. The neighborhood is a pile of rubble. Your two brothers were beaten within an inch of their lives last week, and this week your sister was raped in broad daylight." The old lady pauses, and then tearfully says, "...I'll never forgive you for making us move to Kingston."