I can keep the ball up in the air longer than you, so follow the bouncing ball, keep the ball in play, stay on the ball. The ball is on the court, the ball is in the field, the ball is in a park, the ball is in a stadium, the ball is off the charts. The ball is round, the ball is ablong, the ball is magnetic, the ball is fuzzy, the ball is hard, the ball is foam rubber, the ball is in the water, the ball with the laces goes a hundred miles an hour. The ball is tethered, the ball is bounced, the ball is hammered with a bat, the ball is kicked with a foot, or two. The ball is in the scrum, the ball spirals through the air, the ball is on the field. The ball has dimples. The ball is about fifty feet from the flag, put it away with a wedge.
The ball is in the glove, the ball is in the fairway, the ball is in the woods, but not for long. Hand me that driver, dammit. The ball is not your friend, the ball is the object of your immediate obsession. Though the ball is just the ball to both sides of the line of scrimmage, to both ends of the court, to all the batters at the plate, to all the big handed receivers that come down with the ball, to all the jolly fellows on the tee, to that scrappy, little water bug that fields the punt. First you gotta catch the ball.
The ball is coveted, the ball is dunked, the ball is kept away. The ball is handed off, the ball is fought for, the ball is protected, the ball is caught, the ball is thrown, the ball is over the goal line, the ball is through the uprights, but there’s too many men on the field. The ball is off to the side. The ball bounced outta bounds, the ball bounced off his helmet, the ball bounced into the third row of seats, the ball bounced off the backboard, the ball bounced off the scoreboard.
The ball bounced into the stands, the ball bounced over the catcher’s head, the ball bounced into his hands, the ball bounced into the hoop, he bounced the ball before he dunked it, the ball bounced away on the plate, he’s safe. The ball bounced down to the one yard line. The ball took a funny bounce to get there, don’t touch it, maybe the ball will roll out of the end zone. First and ten from the 20, whew!
The pitcher brushed him back with his fastball, drop ball, curve ball, money ball, round ball, jump ball, foul ball, bunt it. New ball since the old ball went over the fence, the ball is a possession, the ball gets overturned, the ball arcs, the ball gets stuffed, the ball gets stolen by the guard, two easy points. The ball gets penalized, the ball gets handed off, the ball is in the air, the ball is in the middle of the field, the ball is out of bounds, the ball is over the line.
You can fumble the ball, you can intercept the ball, you can throw the ball away. The ball is at the bottom of the pile. The ball is at your own 1 yard line. You can sneak the ball, you can hike the ball, you can fake the ball, you can hide the ball in your glove, you can run a counter play. You can hide the ball on yer hip, you can pump the ball, who’s got the ball? You can palm the ball and the ref will take the ball away. You can place the ball on a hashmark, you can tip the ball, you can knock the ball over the fence.
You can shoot the ball from half court. You can shoot the ball from the free throw line. You can shoot the ball from the corner. You can shoot the ball from outside. You can pull up and shoot the ball from the post, or just lay it up. You can set up a pic with the ball. You can dribble the ball the length of the court, and back. You can dribble a ball with both hands. You can dribble the ball between your legs. You can dribble the ball between your opponent’s legs. ¿See what I mean?
There ain’t nothing in this crazy world,
but me and this girl.