Through-Ball Assist

I charged down the back porch steps and skidded straight onto the backyard grass! Right beside a weathered terracotta pot sat a faded neon tennis ball, tucked into the clover like a midfielder waiting for a pass! I locked my sights on target, revved my little plush feet, and sprinted in for a precision strike. BAM! My tummy connected with a solid, bouncy thud! The fuzzy sphere zipped across the lawn, clipping off two blades of grass before rolling cleanly between the legs of a wooden folding chair! What an incredible give-and-go assist! I stood tall, cheering for the cleanest through-ball in backyard history!