Hey Jesus, How about a Game of Bulletball?

My new favorite show is "American Inventor." It's great. It's set up like American Idol, but instead of singers the contestants are inventors. One man on tonight's program was presenting his invention, a game called "Bulletball." It was a really boring, stupid game. However, the judges are always sure to make each contestant talk about all of the "incredible sacrifices" they have given up in pursuit of bringing the invention to market. As the contestant reveals the tragic things they have endured, they inevitably start crying and the sad music starts. This man was no exception. He tells the judges that he left his job, his marriage dissolved, he doesn't even have a place to stay, he's sleeping in his car. Suddenly, one of the judges stops him and says, "What do you have left?" He says, "I have Bulletball." Unfortunately, there comes a time when we all have to face the fact that Bulletball may not be enough to live for. This guy was one smart cookie, though. He told the judges that he knew someday Bulletball would be an Olympic sport. He also said that "80% of inventors take their inventions to the grave with them." Um. Ok. How exactly do you know that? I mean, if they took it to the grave with them, then no one knows about it, right? When the man received "nos" from all four judges he said, "That's alright. One hundred years from now I will be up in heaven, smiling, because I knew all along Bulletball would be a success." Hey Jesus, how about a game of Bulletball?