Back in my younger days in the Army, I "played" on my unit's basketball team, even though I couldn't hit the backboard, much less the basket; I couldn't dribble and move at the same time; and, at 5'6", I was usually the smallest guy out there.
But I was on the team for one reason and one reason only: I was the safety valve, if too many good players fouled out or were injured. I could go out on the court and basically stand in place, keeping the team from having to forfeit.
On more than one occasion, opposing players would tell each other not to bother covering me because I never made a shot to the basket, and that, as soon as the ball was passed to me, I passed it off. I fooled them once though ... I ended up with the ball with two or three seconds left, more than half-court away from the basket. So I just wound up and made like I was throwing the runner out at home ... and scored.
But, But, but Blue< “he shoots, he scores” is a hockey call.
Great shot...
Did you get “nothing but the bottom of the net?”