In sports, there are many different objects. You have a baseball bat, lacrosse stick, tennis racket, soccer ball, etc. But none are as important as basketball. It has been a pivotal object in the realm of sports with different ways to use it. So, today I will tell you about the life of a basketball.
It was dark and very dry. Every second it was bump after bump. My friends and I were lost and in a place we couldn’t figure out. The doors opened, and I realized where I was the whole time: a UPS truck getting shipped to the store. I feel very weak, almost deflated. We get thrown and tossed into a metal crate, where we stayed for a very long time. But one day, a bunch of people came to buy me and my friends. We are very lucky to be bought and used for the purpose we were made. We get back to our new owner’s house, and I get thrown to the side.
Then one day, I get picked and get a needle shoved in me, and I start inflating. I don’t know what’s going on, but it feels good, though. When I get done, I am put in a bag and put in a car. When I get out of the car, I am taken out of the bag and thrown on the ground, but I come right back up. What is happening? I keep getting slammed against the ground and coming back up. It’s like every time I get thrown, it’s a trampoline. After a while, we get into a building with seats filled to the top with people. This time, when I am bounced, I am on a way smoother surface than the rough concrete. I keep getting thrown in the air at a hoop with a net that whips me every time I go through it.
After a while, a very loud buzzer sounds, and I get tossed straight up really high in the air. Then I get slapped and I am back to bouncing. I keep getting passed around to people with a bunch of different color shirts. And sometimes I am even carried up into the air and slammed through the hoop, which hurts less. A lot of the time I hit the rim or backboard, but there is this one guy, number 30, who always throws me through the hoop. I think his name is Creph Flurry, I don’t know. Every time I go through the basket, everyone stands and screams and cheers. It is very odd, but I like it. After a while of that, I get dropped very softly, and another buzzer sounds. I think it’s the end because I sit there for an hour or so and I am very bored.
After a while, I get picked up. I think I’m going to play another game, but I was wrong. That same guy with the number 30 writes on me and hands me to a kid. The kid is very loud and also very excited. He takes me home to his house and puts me on a shelf where I sit for a very long time. It’s been a very long time since he put me up here. I think I will be there forever. Honestly, I’m fine with that. This kid cherishes me very much and admires me. I’m at peace.
