Today… I lost my beloved Wilson. No, not Tom Hanks’ Wilson. My Wilson was much more special. About 3 years ago, I found him all alone at a playground after the lights went out. Worn and used but still as good as any other ball you’d see on the courts, he’s been able to hold his own all these years. Never lost his grip nor nor his grooves nor his air pressure… he was a good ball.
I would leave work everyday, looking forward to seeing him there in the backseat of my car. Much like you would expect to come home to see your dog happily waiting for you at the front porch when you got home. Wilson kept me occupied and was always ready at a moments notice to reciprocate my hoop dreams. He helped me exercise, kept me in shape and meet new people. He was conversation material when I had guests in my car. He was always there for me. He was even able to raise my spirits in my darkest days. How could you get mad at anyone named Wilson? He was a good ball…
Today, I lost my Wilson @ Woodbridge Community Park after the lights went out. I walked all around and asked everyone there if they had seen him. They had not… Today was a sad day. Wilson, you will be missed.
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