I am trying to channel the karma of my childhood hero, Poo Welch. He occasionally missed the layup (cue Art Casper's "Poo Welch up....NOOOO GOOOOD!"), but he made a heckuva lot more than he missed. Plus he was always seeming to steal the ball.
Come on team, win one for Poo.
Come on team, win one for Poo.