"Dude!.....Hey man, wake up!"
"Huh? Wha?" Bleary eyed, MacGregor looked around for the voice responsible for the interruption of a wonderfully delightful dream.
"Dude, I am soooo bored. Just sitting here gets to be so monotonous," Wilson said.
"You woke me just to tell me you're bored?" Wilson's friend asked. "Let me sleep man, I'm feeling a bit deflated and just need to rest."
"Well, at least you got to play yesterday. I just sat around and watched the football game from the sidelines," complained Wilson.
"Maybe it's your attitude," mumbled MacGregor, "Now let me sleep."
"Maybe it's your attitude," Wilson repeated in a most uncomplimentary fashion, "What's wrong with my attitude, Mate?"
MacGregor looked at Wilson and sighed deeply, "I'm not getting back to sleep am I? And it was such a nice dream too."
"Sorry man, I just feel like nobody wants me on the team anymore."
"Well," said MacGregor, "You do look a bit worn out, like you've been kicked around and knocked about by life. In fact, you are looking a bit the worse for wear, my friend, almost like you're coming apart at the seams," MacGregor said with a bit of concern in his voice, "Are you feeling OK?"
"I feel great!" exclaimed Wilson, trying to look all pumped up. "I just need another chance to prove myself to the team. I know I can score if they just give me another chance. I'm not too old or worn out for this game. I still have plenty of life left in me.I feel like I was made to play football!" He said, trying to sound more confident then he really felt. He knew his time on the team was short. He knew his best days were behind him. But he was still in fine shape, he thought. He was not ready to quit yet.
MacGregor tried to stay positive, "They still use you during practice right?"
"Yeah, but I think this will be my last season," said Wilson sadly. "Soul searching is tough, when you finally come down to it, you know? I have been sitting here thinking for a while, feeling sorry for myself. That's why I woke you. I just wanted to talk I guess. I thought maybe you could cheer me up. Sorry Mate, I should have let you sleep........MacGregor?"
MacGregor looked at Wilson, feeling sorry for him and wondering how he would feel when it was his turn to quit the game he loved, the game he felt that he too, was made to play. "Yeah?"
"Do you think us Soccer Balls go to heaven when we die?"