At some point in middle school, I was trying to be cool and work on hitting half court shots at our Downtown YMCA. I missed, and missed, came close, and missed, and on and on. I got VERY frustrated(short fused) and chunked the ball as hard as I could at the rim(I was ticked off and was "hoping" to bust the backboard) And as luck tells it, I freakin made it....
...SO, with my newfound ego, I decided to take a "few" steps back and hit the full court one hand chuck. BRICK,BRICK, AIR BALL,AIR BALL, BRICK, BRICK, etc. And again, as always, I get p---ed off, take the ball and kicked the crap out of it...
SWISH! What luck? God's way of laughing at me