It was a church league game and we were down by 20 at halftime. The clock was ticking towards the break, and I had the ball at mid-court, with absolutely no business either dribbling or doing what I was thinking about doing, which was shooting a 45-footer with 8 seconds left.
So I launched it.
It only took two seconds off the clock, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t go in. Our teammates went wild, and the other team took the opportunity to run the length of the floor and get a layup, increasing our deficit yet again before the buzzer sounded.