Chris' ball craze

Chris tells me not to write that title, as for humans it can have a double
meaning. However, since this is not a human blog, i don't care and will
focus only on what I understand of it.

The ball craze has experienced an expansion in the past few weeks. Now there
are two ball games Chris follows on the mystery box.

One is the one I told you of earlier, where mostly two people beat up a
small ball with hand extensions. And in the middle there's a barrier to make
things not so easy for the two. Occasionally the ball lands inside or on top
of that thing. I have decided I don't want to be such a ball. We have some
at home, which have been beaten up in the past, maybe Chris wants to give
them shelter and a long life. Every now and then, however, one is brought
out for my pleasure. Chris bounces it down the corridor, and I run, catch
and fetch it. Chris doubts that it is more pleasant for the ball to be
grabbed by my teeth and eventually have saliva all over. Better than the
huge beats, trust me, Chris.

They call this tennis, the human variation of ball abuse, and they play it
on different surfaces. A few weeks ago they were running around like mad on
dirt and dust, and just yesterday the damage of the lawns has finished. Both
times Chris' favourite Rafa won, and she was really happy.

The other thing is the big ball game, also to be seen through the mystery
box. That, however, seems to be followed by millions of people, even Daniel
watches it, the man with the mobile chair. The big ball game is when an
undefined number of men chase the big ball all around a large field, they
kick it with chests, legs, feet and heads, and occasionally with hands. But
they shouldn't do that too often, for they might get excluded from the mass
kicking, or one person is allowed to have almost free access to hammer the
poor ball into one of two nets at either side of the field.

That big ball thing is only played on lawn, as far as I have found out, and
they are watching it everywhere. Chris says it is the worldcup summer, and
everyone's watching. Our team - how do I know which team she's bought? - is
doing excellently, and they might in a few days' time defeat the team Rafa
is cheering. I didn't know the tennis folks allowed for the abuse of the big
balls! But I think since they don't think their way of treating their ball
is abusive, they don't think that abusing the big one is abusive.

Around here they are playing one sound instruments when the big ball is
chased around the field, and the kids from the neighbourhood have big balls,
too, and try to imitate the mystery box people.

Allright, the lady wants to take me outside, and I am sure there are no
balls there at this time of the day, and she says the summer big-ball-mania
will be over next week this time. Then we'll have a little break, and then
it will be another big ball craze, which Chris doesn't follow all that much.
Cheers and good week with or without balls, Quito.