Some People Have Balls

It was nice outside today for November. I went to Wrightwood Park to shoot some hoops. I would give Wrightwood Park a 7 out of 10 on my Chicago Park District rating system. It has a gravel track, outdoor basketball courts, a playground , a small field house, and an outdoor pool.


So I'm there working on my game when this whole parade of dog walkers stroll past the courts to take a dump in the field and walk around the track.  You should know that when I play basketball I go really hard at all times (even by myself) which is probably funny for the dog walkers  to see because I seriously go full speed running suicides, push ups, shooting drills, and one man fast breaks up and down an empty court evading invisible defenders and doing needless fakes. I started thinking about how all these people come to the park with their dogs and enjoy the scenery just like me.  I noticed that I was actually the only one at Wrightwood Park without a dog companion.  I kind of felt lonely for a minute or two until I remembered that while they have dogs I have a ball.  That's right people, I HAVE A BALL and it makes me happy.  Isn't that funny? A stupid ball that makes you happy? I started cracking up and this dog looked at me with it's head tilted in that funny way celebrity dogs do in the movies, as if to say "Huh?" I kept working out for a little while longer and before leaving I walked around the track once with my ball smiling because walking with my ball among the dog walkers made me feel like I was part of the group.


Dale Fanella