Moon Ball

In the darkness of another New Year I heard gun shots. People were literally shooting at the moon. The sound was like basketballs bouncing. Realizing that I had no weapon, I jumped as high as I could, but it was physically impossible for me to grab the Moon Ball. I tell you, from where I was standing that darn thing looked like I could grab it with my fingers. People loved this game though. They would play it at the park, play it at the gym, and even play it in college. I would watch people scream at the TV cheering for their team, betting hard earned money. Moon Ball was so popular that the first players that could jump to the moon would score the most points and the sad part about the entire game is that no one would ever make it until a few guys decided to build a spaceship. At this point Moon Ball had gone too far. Live TV ratings were through the roof. Bets were off of the charts, this was serious business. Everyone in the world tuned in, this team meant business. They got in their rocket ship and blasted off to the moon and when they made it they found out that the moon was bigger than them. The Moon Ball bounced and slingshotted them all the way back to earth and when they got home they were so exhausted and filled with joy to be back that they never went back again. Everyone wanted to hear their story, they took pictures, videos, and even put their teams flag on display on the moon. Moon Ball players were upset, jealous, and even embarrassed.

“They cheated!” I heard one of them say, shouting at the referee.

Things got out of hand pretty quick, people started rioting, and marching. Human behavior took a turn for the worse. Leaders started getting killed and people thought aliens were coming to seek revenge but for some odd reason people kept playing the game. The weirdest thing that I witnessed in the game of Moon Ball were the fans. They wore these tie-dyed T-shirts and smoked Moon pipes singing crazy Moon songs. They even had a king that Moonwalked in a military uniform and everyone across the world started spinning in circles. Some people even started spinning miniature moon balls on their fingers and shooting moon balls into baskets, ordinary people went moon crazy. I saw this one guy doing this B Boy dance called the Moon Mill where he spun around on his backside and arms. Moon Ball changed the world and the people that played started putting up this weird peace sign as if they were citizens from another world. At the end of the game I heard the announcer shout, “Citizens of Moon nation, we will now enter our moon ship and return back to our home planet.” Sadly, they never did. They all died cheering and putting all of their faith in Moon Ball. Only one team won the game and everyone else spent the rest of their life bouncing, spinning, and jumping around. At the end of my story I found myself asleep floating on the moon only to wake up in bed. It’s weird, but that’s where we go at night, we visit the moon. I wrote a book about it and even got to talk about it on the radio. My story was so big that my book was a best seller. I rebranded Moon Ball into Moon Books, the simple guide to getting to the moon with less work. All you had to do was dream.

Moon Ball