I ride upon your back all day and carry all your gear, I zip up tight to keep things safe on trails both far and near, I hold your lunch your map your coat wherever you may roam and bring your whole adventure back the moment you come home. What am I

I spend my life being kicked, yet I never cry or complain. I fly through the air, but I have no wings. I have eleven players trying to catch me, but only to send me away again. I bring thousands to their feet in cheers.

I was once thought indivisible, Yet division made me countless. I rest within your hand, Lurk beneath your skin, My kin divide without ambition, Yet one alone hungered for perfection. Some carry a personal me everywhere. Some are merely crowds of me pretending to be one. Others pray never to wake inside me.

Move through the sea in great luxury. Travel for the wealthy In the middle, find a silent C

A board no chairman governs, Riding on silent witnesses below. The bold bring it to trial daily, And the pavement records every verdict. Some earn applause, Others leave evidence. Every appeal is heard in gravity's court, Where balance decides the sentence. What am I?