the Bunny Holding the Ball

when someone says, the ball’s in yr court

you know you have to do some heavy lifting.

It’s up to you.

If the shit hits the fan,

yr responsible.

The ball’s in yr court, remember?

I used to play tennis a lot, so the metaphor’s

sort of apt, but I remember tennis as a lot

of to and fro, you and someone else at the other end

but somehow it ended up just me:

the bunny holding the ball.

I can’t even remember asking for it.

How does that work?

28 thoughts on “the Bunny Holding the Ball

  1. Some people pretend the ball is a hot potato and pass it on so rapidly, people with a sense of responsibility just catch it with a sense of duty or care. And then suddenly, the other players just run off, lots of stuff to do. They found an escape route. It’s like the little red hen making the bread. You need to design a get-away car and find a good friend who is also a good driver. πŸ˜€ And if you think your natural kindness will be a problem, try to leave before the game begins.

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  2. Some folks like to get the ball. They get paid a fortune to do so. Those few might not even blame other people if they fail.

    But you can’t win. I think their health pays a huge price. I think if they have the peace of Christ, the impact may be less severe.

    I always loved tennis because you can hit that ball back. But, when you served for the match you were holding the ball and the heat was on. That got harder for me with accumulated years and now I cannot plat as my back SPASMS with each serve. So much for HOLDING THE BALL.

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    • I don’t think I’m built for holding the ball; I like to collaborate, share responsibility and the glory — if there’s any πŸ™‚ yes, once you get into your senior years, tennis can become rather gruelling πŸ™‚ thanks for the great comment πŸ™‚

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  3. thank you; it’s like when someone wants to offload their responsibility onto you so if the project whatever it is stuffs up then it’s down to you — as if they had no part in it —

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