THE MEMORY

[foggy edges around... the edges]

I was standing around during band when I saw a mallet head laying on the ground. It looked lonely, since it had fallen off it’s mallet. So I picked it up and realized I had another mallet in my locker that looked just like it. I went and got the other mallet, introduced them, and stuck the head on the other end of the second mallet. Therefore making a double-headed mallet! I was a genius. Then as I went on to fame and glory and riches, I won the …

  [and now you are awakened from my wonderful memory]

I opened my locker and pulled out my mighty double-headed mallet. Roaring a thunderous battle cry, I pulled off the head. Thus, the very first Hall Ball “ball” was brought into creation.

[ ¡spirit fingers! ]

We played with the “head” for at least one month, I think. It was really easy to kick, except for the fact that it didn’t want to roll in a straight line. Then around Christmas, I was shopping at Wal-Mart for my mother's present, when I decided we needed a new Hall Ball ball. So I bought a foam ball about the size of a softball (it looked like a miniature green and black basketball, but it’s all good…). Which is what we now play with.

And now, I’m starting to run out of things to say about the origin of Hall Ball, so I think I’m just going to fade away, but  wait, I  just  remembered something... wait, it's gone... fumble...

[the silence of the readers is deafening; then, the thunderous applause of countless numbers of men and women together clapping as one all around the universe upon the ending of one person's genius; far away, a solitary person is seen leaning forward in his chair to take a bow, a single tear of pride falls silently downward, shamelessly...]