We were deciding on a contract extension.  In my early twenties and with no discernible skills, I was naturally demanding five more years, $10 million each, with a no-trade clause.  Ruben said the clause was unnecessary because nobody would want me anyway.  He told me he didn’t even know what position I played.

I suddenly couldn’t recall either, and just tried to gloss over the absence of any leverage by laughing hysterically.  This was going perfectly. (more…)