Requiem

 There's been a tragedy in the world of sports. No, it's not Lance Armstrong being stripped of his titles. It's 37,000 times worse than that. My soccer ball* died yesterday in the middle of a game. It got punctured and now the air is all escaping and it doesn't bounce anymore it just thuds. (Editorial note: By "it got punctured" she means that she bit a hole in it by accident.)It's very sad and I am in mourning. Here is a little letter I wrote to the ball.

 * This is actually my second soccer ball. My first one also met an untimely end.


For my soccer ball

Valentine's Day 2011- August 25, 2012

Feb 14, 2011

August 26, 2012

Dear Soccer Ball:

We've had some great times together. Lots of great games of soccer. You went to the park with me and played, and we had so many games in the back yard. You were the best soccer ball ever and I hope your replacement is just as fantastic. I'll miss you lots!

XOXOXOXO, 

Rosie Zidane