This one almost got me in some major trouble.
It never could kick as far as it was "supposed" to. Most times, I remember the football just rolling off that little platform.
So one day, I got so mad at it, I picked it up and threw it, intending to bounce it off our living room couch.
It sailed over the couch, and shattered the large window behind it.
My Mother came to see what happened and I got the wait until your father gets home speech.
For some reason I didn't get a major whoopin', my Dad hated that dang thing as much as I did apparently.
He threw it in the trash, made me empty my piggy bank - as my punishment, and went to the hardware store to get a replacement.