Alternate endings usually suck.
With the exception of Will Smith’s “I Am Legend,” the ending a director didn’t use was left on the cutting floor for a damn good reason. It stunk! Scrap it!
They are usually a throw-in on a DVD/Blu Ray, basically an extra incentive to get some addict to spend $25 to own their movie and watch maybe one more time in their lifetime.
In sports, alternate endings only exist in our heads. The “what ifs” and possibilities swirl like a tornado of doubt, creeping into our heads and building a small shack to fuck with our minds.