Ball Games Gone Wrong

Today I was walking home from school with some friends. One of them was carrying a ball. We were walking next to a road.

One of the others took the ball off him and with no more than two bounces it rolled onto the road and into the path of the ONLY car on that whole road. The result of course, with the help of the inconceivably accurate accident, was said ball rolling under the tires and getting popped.

However, we were in a somewhat built up area at the time, and with those factors the mere popping of the football became an eruption of sound.

Not having seen this go on, I hear an almighty bang behind me, duck and shout at the top of my lungs, "F*** ME!".

Why this choice of words? I don't quite know. But an elderly gentleman cutting his hedge, somehow unaffected by the tremendous bang, seemed quite annoyed at my selection of vocabulary, proceeding to give me the worst of glares until I'd gone out of sight...

I have decided I no longer like football, purely because the balls themselves have made me my first arch enemy...