On the list of annoying things basketballs are pretty high up. I can hear you yelling, “are you mad?” from a mile away.
But truely they are.
The noise generated from their rhythmic pounding on concrete can drive you insane, not to mention their penchant for smashing fragile windows, flat screen TVs, not to mention delicate little noses.
Then there’s the inevitable fights when sharing isn’t a possibility.
Overall basketballs represent the lowest form of ball fun known to a parent.