Movie Review
Will Harris has always wanted to be a Roarball pro.
Granted, Roarball is a high-intensity, full-contact, coed sport that was designed for large and brawny animals. And as a billy goat, Will is decidedly not large. Or brawny. He’s been working out like crazy and can still only form the semblance of a flexed muscle when he pushes up the loose skin on his arm. (Or maybe when he rolls up his shirt sleeves really high.)
But Will has dreamed of playing Roarball since he was a kid. His mom used to take him to games and cheer right by his side. And when Will said he wanted to play for the local Vineland Thorns club—scrambling and passing alongside the incredible black leopard, Jett Filmore—she cheered on that dream, too. Will’s mom was always like that. Always. He misses her a lot.
These days, though, Will lives pretty much hand-to-mouth. He works delivery jobs and tries to keep up on the rent for the small empty garage he calls home. There are few who will support him or cheer him on, but he still has his dream.
Then Will’s big break arrives.
The Thorns have been floundering as a team. Jett Filmore is great, but she can’t do it all on her own. And some say she’s getting a bit long in the tooth. For that matter, the team’s greedy owner, Flo Everson, refuses to pony up any money to support the star athlete with decent support talent.
However, Everson also realizes that if she’s gonna be able to sell the team at some point for a hefty payday, she’ll need to stir up some publicity. That’s when she spots a viral video, created by Will’s nerdy friends, showcasing the young goat’s Roarball talents.
A wonderful idea hits Everson like a bolt from the sky. Why not hire a local boy?  And a goat at that! The sports news crews will eat that up. Everson will look like she’s supporting the small-animal community, and Jett will have to stop complaining that there’s no new talent. But best of all, the move will get an influx of local animals to buy tickets and fill the auditorium seats. Hey, the team won’t even have to play the kid—just parade him around for local games. It’s genius!
Jett, however, loathes the idea. And the other members of the Thorns aren’t happy about it either. They may be losers, but they don’t want to be laughing stocks.
Of course, Will is pretty woohoo happy about getting signed out of the blue. He’ll just have to earn his place on the court with animals five times his size. He can handle that. He’s had to face worse odds his whole life.
Will just needs to find a way to become exactly what his beloved Thorns need.