If I had $50 million ...

I'd put out a $50 million reward for Idaho's bike.

 

Then I'd go buy the same make and model and claim the reward.

 

FOR EVERYONE ON SportsJournalists.com!

 

Alleyallen had the right answer. Freelance -- do what you want and turn down what you don't feel like doing.

And BT, those guys you mentioned got rich because of their jobs and are still making gobs of money from them, so the headaches are worth it. The headaches ain't worth the BS money of our jobs. Plus, they're the boss, so they can take off for a month in Rio anytime they feel like it. You can't.

So, yeah, you'd still work at something -- writing a novel, investing, freelancing, volunteering. But stay in the daily grind of your current job? No. Unless you're a big-time, multi-media columnist type like Whitlock.

 

I'd still work, but only singing jobs.  And I'd buy me a Junior A hockey team and sing the anthem any time I felt like it.

And I'd make my players teach me how to skate. If they laugh at me, they have to wash my car.

 

I would give a nice chunk to Mom and Dad...tell my close friends "You get one whopping ass gift from me. I'm talking luxury car, covering your kids' tuition, paying off a business loan. What do you want?" Casual friends, I would just take them to Vegas for a weekend on my dime.
After that, I would open up a bar and a bookstore/record store, probably in the city where I'm living. Buy a house in a decent neighborhood, nothing fancy. I would freelance whenever I felt like it, but I would probably mainly hang out at the bar or the bookstore/record store. Probably the most extravagant thing I would get would be like a 1970s muscle car.
Of course, knowing me, half of my money would probably quickly end up in the bank account of a stripper or a cocktail waitress...

 

Damn you Idaho! I saw the beginning to your answer and thought you were taking it seriously, so I skimmed over it. ;D

 

I hope you and sportschick aren't working the desk tonight. especially not if your editing F_B's headlines. poor, poor reading skills demonstrated today.


and I'd pay Kaysar to go on dates with IJAG.

 

Thanks!



Hey, wait!


And I'm on a self-imposed break from boys. They all lie and are selfish motherfuckers.

 

OK, I'll pay for you and Ellen and/or Rosie to go on a date.

And I've never done anything of the sort with my mother!

 

Besides the obvious (give some money to my kids but not enough to encourage indolence), I'd
1) Buy a 20th floor condo on Lake Ontario
2) Buy an OHL franchise and make Huggy my Prez and GM
3) Buy an apartment in Manhattan for weekend trips
4) Get in shape (oh, I know  you don't need $50 million to do that)
5) Start a publishing house and sign up Jones for his next 10 books
6) Buy a MiniCooper and go on the mother of all road trips
7) Finance an SportsJournalists.com outing in Paris.

 

Well, while typing in all the lyrics from memory ... er, Googling the lyrics, the first reply had been posted. Still thought it was worth a post, so I tried again. POST-BLOCKED by the second reference. Try, try again is my motto, so wapow! I just happened to hear the song the other day on XM. That's why it clicked.

In the business, it's called the $50 million F-You!