I am sitting in our cottage next to my lake house and I have an oil painting up in the corner of the room.
I got this painting from my job last year at the investment bank, RBS Greenwich Capital...who knows if that even exists anymore...(it never surprised me that they lost money...they paid me three hours pay to take a limo ride from Greenwich into New York City, at like the corner of 5th and Madison Ave, to pick up two things and bring them back...it seemed like a huge waste of money to me...but some of that money went in to my bank account so I can't complain too much.)
Anyway there was this painting that was lying around on the 2nd level Trading Floor. I asked whose it was. No one had any idea. I asked about it all summer long until I flat out just asked if I could have it.
It was a painting of a football player but the people at work had no idea who it was. They asked me and I said "Number 34, Georgia...HERSCHEL WALKER!" Some remembered who he was...but they said...ahh an old employee left it here...you can have it.
I was surprised I was the only person who could identify that as Herschel Walker. He was a pro-bowler for the Cowboys and won the Heisman Trophy in college. He played for the Cowboys for a little bit. Then the Cowboys traded him for a boat load of draft picks. The very draft picks that netted the Cowboys several Super Bowl caliber players.
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