In honor of the Final Four.

Somehow this strikes me as everything good in the world.

Update: I’m biased. I played a lot of basketball back in the day, and was basically a lousy player but good shooter. There is no joy in the world like knowing you can’t miss. And young Jason is right, every now and then, maybe 1 out of 50 games, the basket is the size of an asteroid crater. You let it go and you know it’s in. Magic.