I’d like to introduce you to Tim. Tim is my best friend. He’s a racquetball. Yes, I’m weird, I’ve heard. Tim goes with me most everywhere. He likes to bounce along with me when I take the dog for a walk. He likes to bounce off the wall and return to me when I sit on the couch. He also likes to stare at me with that eternal optimistic grin of his. Sometimes I like to squeeze him over and over when I’m concentrating on something. I have to be careful though because he suffered a left eye injury in a horrible accident. My dog tried to grab him when I was marking his eye on.
Why did I name him Tim you ask? (You probably didn’t but I’m going to tell you anyway.) I know a guy named Tim and his last name is Spaulding. The Spaulding company makes volleyballs just like ….
I didn’t want to rip Castaway off so hence the name Tim. I know he doesn’t quite measure up to a volleyball but I want him to dream big. Besides, have you ever tried to squeeze a volleyball over and over? Talk about your Carpel Tunnel.