It may not sound very nice, but it is true: I had a ball removed today.
I was tired of that @$@$!@5# ball.
It irritated me day and night.
5am: Waking up to the ball in my mouth.
Noon: Trying to eat lunch with that damn ball in my way.
5pm: Even a few drinks did not eliminate that bally feeling.
Reminded me of that old song :”You lost that ballsy feeling….” Righteous Brothers, right?
My tongue would automatically cling to the ball, as I went through my daily life.
After one day in the desert sun, I saw birds and rocks and balls.
4 days later, and I had to call:
Doctor Doctor give me the news. I’ve got a bad case of loving my ball.
“Yeah, ok, be here at 11am.”
In a few minutes, it was over.
I am now ball-less.
I celebrated tonight.
Toasted to what was…. and what no longer existed.
Later? I am putting that ball under my pillow, pretending I am asleep, while the ball fairy pays me a visit.
Want to hear a secret?
I miss that ball.
Remember: Be careful what you ask for. It just might come true.
The Chicken B without a B