Do We Spend Too Much Time Chasing Balls?

Have you truly ever considered how much time we spend chasing balls? No matter the size, shape or color, we must always go out of our way to retrieve them.

I'm referring to sports balls. My apologies if you feel you were misled, but this is a serious matter!

When the first ball was produced did the creator consider this issue? Did they consider how much time we would waste running after those balls? I'm thinking they didn't consider our unproductive moments of huffing and puffing and running after balls.

Did the manufacturer think - maybe I should attach something to the balls so that they come right back to the owner? Now, that would have been a genius idea! I reckon he didn't have the balls to be more clever.

I'm thinking the inventor preferred to chase balls, hence the reason we continue to chase them after all these years. But oh the memories that we are making.

From the time we are toddlers until adulthood we are all constantly chasing balls. How did this happen?

How did we allow balls of assorted dimensions to consume our time by having us constantly running after them?

Whether trying to hit them, grab them, shoot them, bounce them, kick them they always have our attention and we keep coming back for more.

Are we going to allow ourselves to be tortured by them? We probably are because as humans we enjoy the thrill of the chase. Well, animals do enjoy it too.

How many of us swear at the balls because they didn't do what was required of them and we had to sprint after them once again? Why can't there be an easier way?

Did you ever stop and consider how many hours you've spent trying to retrieve a ball? Depending on your age and the time you have spent playing with balls that could add up to a hefty amount of time. Did you ever consider the other things you could have accomplished during this period.

Does the satisfaction of chasing and retrieving the balls outweigh the wasted time? It doesn't matter which sport you play those balls have the upper hand. Whether you're a lefty or a righty they demand your attention and they always win!

Whether we are rookies or professionals when we play we like to be good, but prefer to be the best. I for one enjoy it more when the balls do as I command and I don't have to run all over the place chasing it.

How many of us have literally stared at the balls while they were in motion and prayed or hoped for them to do the right thing?

When it did we cheered, when it didn't we booed! It's really not the balls fault, but we blame them anyway, we yell at them like they actually understand us!

I feel for balls. We expect so much from them. They are our best friends until they fail us and then we detest them. If they were just a bit more consistent the relationship would be so much more fulfilling.

Balls bring us countless hours of pleasure. When I think of the many times I've spent chasing them I truly don't mind, but I still think there must be a better way to control them.

Maybe if we attach a cord to balls so whenever we need them retrieved we just yank the cord and presto they're back in our hands.

I understand that would cut out some of the beneficial cardio exercise from the game, which we could all use but, oh well. As long as we use less time chasing and more time actually participating the problem would be solved.

Supposedly practice makes perfect, I guess I just need more practice and to stop focusing on perfection. I mean it is just a game and it's all about having fun, right?

So let the games begin and we'll keep on chasing until someone creates a better plan for us. In the meanwhile I'll just keep on enjoying balls and shouting it's going, going, it's gone!