Earlier that day I was painting the inside of my house. I was goofy on Dutch Boy fumes. The official WNBA ball is smaller than I figured. I've eaten bigger cantaloupes. I stopped by McDonald's on the way over.
Baskets count one point.
Shots from behind the three-point line count two points. Kim shot dead or alive and missed. I took the ball out. My brilliant strategy worked like a charm. I shoved my rear end out and backed in for a layup.