Well, let me tell ya ’bout this Tee Higgins trade thing, you know, the kinda stuff them young fellas on TV talk about. I heard it on the radio, in between my soap operas, so I figured I’d try and make sense of it for ya, even though it’s all a bit confusing to this old gal.
So, this Tee Higgins fella, he’s a real good football player, plays catch and all that. Apparently, he’s worth a whole heap of money, somethin’ like eighteen million dollars a year! Can ya believe that? That’s more money than I’ve seen in my whole life, I tell ya! They say he’s what they call a “bargain,” meaning he’s good but not costin’ as much as some other fellas who catch balls. He’s been catchin’ them balls for a while now, they say he even caught enough for a thousand yards a couple of times. That’s a long ways, even in my old pickup truck!
Now, this Higgins fella, he’s playin’ for a team called the Bengals. They’re from somewhere, Ohio I think. His contract is runnin’ out, and they put this “tag” on him. It’s like when you tie a ribbon around a prize-winning pig at the county fair, except this ribbon costs over twenty-one million dollars for just one year! That’s a lot of money for a pig, I mean, a football player.
- He’s a good player, that’s for sure.
- They say he could be even better, catch more balls and run further.
- But he wants a new contract, for a longer time, and more money, I reckon.
But it seems like he ain’t too happy with that tag. They say he wants a “trade.” That’s like when you swap chickens with your neighbor, ‘cept it’s people instead of chickens, and there’s a whole lot more money involved. He wants to go play for some other team, somewhere else, not in that Ohio place no more. Maybe he doesn’t like the weather there, too cold for him. I know I wouldn’t like it, my old bones can’t handle the cold no more.
Now, they’re all talkin’ about where he might go, who might want him. It’s like gossiping at the church picnic, everybody’s got their own opinion. Some folks say he’d be good on this team, some say that team. It’s all a big guessing game to me.
They say this trade could be a big deal, one of the best trades ever, like when someone trades a good cow for a whole bunch of goats, and everybody’s happy with the deal. Apparently, there was a big football game the other night, and after that, the rumors started flyin’ like birds after a spilled bag of feed. One of them sports reporters, a woman named Dianna somethin’-or-other, she’s been talkin’ about it on the TV.
This Higgins fella, he’s a “veteran,” that means he’s been playin’ for a while. He’s been doin’ this for five years. That’s a long time to be runnin’ around catchin’ a ball, if you ask me. I bet his knees are startin’ to hurt, just like mine. He wants to get paid good, and he wants to play where he wants to play. Can’t say I blame him, I always wanted a bigger garden, but never got around to it.
So, will he get traded? Will he stay? Will he get that big ol’ pile of money he’s lookin’ for? I don’t rightly know. It’s all up in the air right now, like a kite in a summer breeze. All I know is that these fellas make a whole lotta money playin’ a game, and I’m just sittin’ here watchin’ my soaps and tryin’ to figure it all out. Maybe I’ll just go back to my crossword puzzles, they make a whole lot more sense than this football stuff.
But I guess that’s the way things are these days, folks always lookin’ for a better deal, a better place to be. Whether it’s catchin’ footballs or plantin’ tomatoes, everyone wants a little bit more. And who can blame them? I just hope this Higgins fella gets what he wants, and maybe he can buy me a new tractor while he’s at it. I could sure use one of them.
Anyway, that’s what I’ve managed to gather about this whole Tee Higgins trade thing. It’s a lot of fuss over a fella catchin’ a ball, but I guess that’s how the world works these days. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my soap opera is back on, and I need to see if that Agnes finally got her man.
