Prostitution vs Athletes- Being Pimped

Prostitution vs Athletes- Being Pimped

A single mother stands on the corner of Main Street and shows off her beauty. Allowing her body to be sold to men whom she doesn’t even know, just to be able to feed her three kids waiting in the house of her 80 year old sickly mother. She quit school for a boy that promised her the world. She had his three boys, and in the end, he left her for another woman. Now, left behind with no job, no education, and so little time before the bills are due, she has to use her only talent. Her beauty. She is now a prostitute.
A young man, at the age of 18, has a height of 7’4” and an arm of a cannon. He can throw and make baskets as easy as an English teacher reading the A,B,C;s. He is recruited by an agent for a professional basketball team and promised a job, paid for education, and fame. After showing up to the state in which he was sent to, he found out that he had to get a job on his own, and that he will have to practice and work hard in order to make tryouts. Nothing was guaranteed. He had left school, his home, his family and friends for the sport he loves, dreaming that he will be able to play it as a professional for the rest of his life, only to be given false hopes about trying out for a team and doing everything on his own.
Professional sports, like basketball, are designed to keep humans around the world distracted and entertained. They are there for the joy of people and to keep them focused on something. While prostitution, the art of making one person happy, is a crime and against the law. Socially and economically, people look down on prostitution and not basketball players, yet they are both getting used, lied to, and may be paid for their abilities and talents. Consider the following reasons for both sides; money, fame, happiness, and dreams.
In the world of a basketball player, “like most of the world’s six billion people, you will never be paid money to play basketball, and you will never have access to the rarified humans who do.” (Chuck...

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