Being in New York has already been good to me so far. It feels good to get out of Miami. Though, I am going to miss the weather and women! It was hurting my career to stay there; the Dolphins aren't going anywhere anytime soon, so I needed to escape. I did ask my agent, the beautiful Libi Jenner, to see what they were talking about in terms of conract, and it wasn't half bad! They threw seven years at me, which is exactly what I was looking for: long-term security. But they came up short on the financial side of things. I refuse to accept eight million dollars a season when I'm viewed as the best player at my position in the NFL; and I hate that it may sound greedy -- because I'm not -- but if you were superior to everyone at your position for the place you worked for and you knew you weren't the highest-paid, how would you feel? I mean, dudes that are overrated were making more than me. How does that look? So, Libi worked her magic. She took Miami's offer back to the Jets, and they revised their initial offer. She got me a four-year deal in the neighborhood I was looking for ($43.9 million, with $30.51 million in guaranteed money). I am too thankful for that. She looked out for me. And I know the regular rate that agents ask for is between five and seven percent, or whatever, but I want to give the girl fifteen percent. She won't accept it! And I can't understand why! I think a reward is in place. I don't know. We'll see, though.
I think New York will do wonders for me. I should have never left the first time; I should've just let my play do the talking for me and I could've gotten my deal earlier, maybe. Oh, well. Everything happens for a reason, right? Everything worked its way out now. I have to fly my mom out so we can look at homes. I need to get out of this damn hotel and paying nightly. It can kill the pockets. But that's why we go and get even more deals! I need endorsements, and what better place to get 'em than in the biggest media market? Most entertainers go the same route: Clothes, fragrances, shoe deals. Starting my own thing, like an alcoholic beverage would be nice, but everybody seems to be headed there, too. Plus, it probably portrays a bad image when playing in the NFL. Like, I'd be condoning athletes to go out and party and get drunk, to ultimately end up in jail and out of the NFL, when that's not the case. Bad idea. I have to think of something, or just see what shows up at my doorstep. It'll come together. Shit, I just signed my deal yesterday with the Jets. I have to be patient, I guess. Thinking too far ahead.
Oh, I got it! Shaun White is revolutionizing entrepreneurship! He has his own chewing gum! I want my own gum, and it can be New York Jets green -- a mint flavor. Libi!