Sinatra (named by his grandmother- she was a huge rat pack fan) had always dreamed of being a racing marble, from the moment he took his first roll. Growing up in the North African city of Felynia, his joy at the news there was to be a marble racing team of cats eye marbles from his city, was matched only by the immense disappointment of his not being selected for the team (the now famous “blue eye” being picked ahead of him).
But Sinatra would not give up. Five long years of training, of practice, of intense studying, of watching (he has been in the crowd for almost every marble racing event there has been since – go back and look for him) and waiting. Waiting for his opportunity, for his time to prove himself to the marble world.
And that time, is now!