And because anything is possible, he's even sketched out a plan on his lipstick-smudged cocktail napkin:
"For me there is only one place: No. 1," Prokhorov said. "And I'll do my best in order to reach a championship."Later he added, curtsying and batting his lashes:
"I think it's the best arena in the world. I'm expecting a great rivalry with the Knicks."Well played, Mikhail. Everyone needs goals, of course. And with petty millions to spend on silly ventures like becoming president of your homeland, Prokhorov's tycoon wish-list serves as an example to all bootstrap-pulling children of wealth that they, too, can do anything. Among his other short-term missions:
- Invent flux capacitor. Visit to dinosaurs. Pick a fight with one.
- Defeat Kobe Bryant in one-to-one basketball contest. Practice on Dirk.
- Bury corpse of Jaroslav. Send ring finger to widow.
- Complete purchase of Montserrat. Sell to China for DOUBLE!
- Race helicopters with "Little Man" James Dolan across Atlantic.
- Go to "Little Man" and his band jazz show. Sit in front and laugh SO loud.
Many of the remaining napkin scrawls from that Vodka-soaked evening were illegible, but the words "Little Man" and "Dolan" populated even the far ridges of that crumpled scroll.
Perhaps, with some convincing, Mr. Prokhorov might be in for a run as Brooklyn's mayor. Or its newest franchise restaurant dealer. Skyline's the limit.
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