Review on 🎾 Dominate the Court with Penn Ballistic 2.0 Racquetball – Unleash Your Winning Shots by Flavio Scarola

I bought this product as a birthday surprise gift for someone who doesn't love me anymore. One day he told me a surprisingly sad story about a red rubber ball he had as a child. It was something of a Citizen Kane-Rosebud story, and I can still hear the tune of his sweet southern train tone as he lulled me to sleep with the tragic tale of how that ball got lost in a manhole or something rocked and heartbroken when he realized he would never enjoy playing that ball again. Anyway, I bought a can of three because there are no red rubber bat balls anywhere in Alaska, and there are very few truly red balls. See, I wanted this gift to be right. Over the past three years, I've given him some intentionally awful gifts. Sometimes it's the weirdest thing I can find in a thrift store, like a woman's tin car flying despite the weight of all the responsibilities that drag her down. Sometimes they paint, decouple tiles with his dazzling portrait for his boring kitchen. Sometimes it's a whole set of ornaments because he doesn't have any ornaments for his sad fake Christmas tree. Sometimes it's home-cooked food, or a good booze, or a pair of Crocs, or astronaut cat socks, or a t-shirt that we saw back at the ranch. It's all just clumsy attempts to make him smile, because there's nothing quite like that, at least in my book. He stopped talking to me a year ago, during which time I was thinking about this story and decided to do the most romantic thing I've ever done in my life and replace his favorite red beach ball. To be honest I had a personalized Christmas present around the same time and I really thought it would come around by then but it didn't. And he left again, no one knows where, but it's neither here nor there, is it? I think after three years I should just give up and move on because I look pathetic and I'm ashamed to just keep trying. I would have given up a long time ago if this wasn't the only time in my life that I've loved someone without constantly questioning that decision. You know, I was in a relationship a few months after he broke up with me, and even though he told me a year later that he loved me, he told me he didn't want me to do anything about it. So I stayed where I was and waited and planned and honestly I thought that one day he would ask to see me and break down and admit that he was waiting for me to leave the person I am with now . Now we have a house together and this guy wants to get married and I don't because I'm still hopelessly in love with the person I'm buying stupid gifts for. You know, reading this, I understand how sad this all sounds. I feel like I don't respect myself. In love there is no place for pride. I really thought that he would see this stupid cheap gift and realize how much I really love him. Anyway, I can't even get the bouncy ball guy to agree to a simple dinner at a Mexican joint so I can give him the ball. That should change the course of history and I'm almost ready to give up and marry the man I live with so I can see the doctor regularly. He really makes me laugh. I don't know anything about the balls other than that they're the exact color, and I'll probably only give them to my grandkids, though I bought a tiny Incredible Hulk gift bag for the big occasion. I'm an idiot. Good value for money.