Fuzzy Ball Hop

Broke out of the garden gate and zipped down the asphalt path straight to the empty community tennis court! The chain-link gate was propped wide open, and resting on the green equipment bench was an unopened clear pressurized can of tennis balls alongside an open wooden racket. Think I'd just jog past a pristine set of bouncy spheres? Not a chance! I jumped onto the bench, planted both sneakers against the plastic pull-tab of the pressurized lid, and popped it with a brisk tug—pfft! The metal rim gave a tight hiss, launching the rubber lid into the air. I caught it behind my back, lined up the three neon-yellow fuzzballs, and gave the top one an explosive tap. Pure court velocity!