Brief Flight of Freedom
Getting stuffed into a cramped box without much room to move or any light for several years can make one reflect on what happened in the past. That is what I have been doing for a while now as that is my predicament. I was so happy and free for a brief time. It was long ago, but it was exhilarating. In fact, rehashing that event is what has kept me going throughout this dark period.
It started two years ago. I was in a box then, but in much different circumstances. There were twelve of us who all had the same shape, size and skin. Everything about us was the same, down to the placement of the league tattoo across our midsection. We were tightly packed but we knew that soon we would be free. We would be outside and in fresh air. Each one of us in that box knew that we would soon find a better fate.
I was lucky that my turn came quickly. As soon as all twelve of us were free, I immediately met someone. He was a stocky man surrounded by thousands of screaming people who seemed so far away. There were a few people close by him, but they paid him no attention. The only person who did was another man wearing black and white stripes.
He placed me on the cool grass where I felt totally relaxed. That didn't last long, however, as a pair of HUGE hands wrapped themselves around me. Then I was violently jerked back into another pair of hands. These, however, were much smaller and smoother. But yet again, I wasn't held too long, as the man with the smooth hands threw me in the air.
He must have had a magic touch because I experienced an once-in-a-lifetime feeling. I was flying through the air. I was spinning so fast I was dizzy. I was moving at a crazy speed. I hoped the feeling would never end. But alas, it did.
This ending was just as bizarre as the flight. Yet another man’s hands stopped my flight. I was clutched in his grip, then held aloft and slammed to the ground. The contact didn't hurt me. In fact, I bounced right off the turf and into the arms of someone else. He was surrounded by many others who were clamoring to grab me. How did I become so popular?
This man was the last human contact I had. He held onto me for a long time, and then walked me out to his car. Inside the trunk there was a box. Then, just like in those bad crime dramas, he tossed me in the box, locked his trunk, and promptly forgot about me.
I am not complaining, however. No matter my final fate, I certainly have had a better life than most footballs could ever dream about. I am just glad that I had my moment in the sun. Sun…that sure would be nice to see about now.