Mom's mastery of the free throw

She does it with such ease, such grace. From six, eight feet away even. Just a flick of the wrist and nothing but net. Well, okay, the net is a garbage can. And Mom can nail it from the other side of the kitchen table.

Sitting at her chair by the stove with the garbage can on the opposite side of the table (and at an angle to boot) she never misses. Curl up an old napkin, raise her left hand, flick the wrist, swish.

Pick up a food wrapper, mash it into a ball, flip the wrist, swish. Effortless. And she does not miss. And she never, ever uses the cabinet behind the can as a back board. She always drops the article right down the center of the opening.

It's actually pretty impressive. I think she's impressed with it too. She never misses.