Playin my heart out.

See these little football players I have up at auction right now?

Usually I'm the guy in the middle, clutching my ball and running for dear life, a little banged up, but truckin along with my eyes on the prize.

But lately I've been having days where I am more like the guy on the right - I've dropped the ball, and I'm hightailing it off the field as fast as my chubby little legs will carry me.

And the guy on the left? That's eBay, holding the ball just like Lucy, telling Charlie Brown she PROMISES she won't pull it away just before he kicks it.

Somehow the look on eBay's face isn't inspiring any confidence in me that the ball will be there - what do you think?