A while back, a colleague and I took a lunchtime stroll around downtown London. We walked by the then-new John Labatt Centre, London's arena (or, cynically referred to as this city's really expensive attempt to convince everyone else it isn't bush-league) and noticed some concrete spheres embedded in the pavement.
We were approached by a reporter who observed our ball-touching. We had a rollicking good time sharing our thoughts on balls. Read on. Mother would be so proud!
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