My brother Dave and I were dribbling a basketball and the ball bounced funny. Upon further inspection, we noticed the stitching was pulling apart, and a black rubber bubble was coming out of the cover.
We didn’t always think things through when we were boys.
We were sitting on the stairs in our house and my brother was picking away at the stitches with a pointy knife. There was an explosion less than one foot from our faces. We were stunned for maybe two seconds, then broke out in a fit of laughter.
We never found the knife.