Trick Shot

Stepping off that breezy sidewalk, I took an easy hop from the rung of a wicker chair straight onto a little bistro table. Sitting right beside an empty ceramic espresso cup was a shiny teaspoon balanced over the edge of a saucer, loaded with a lone white sugar cube. Naturally, a setup like that practically begs for an opening pitch. I took a confident stride, gave the raised end of the spoon a brisk downward stomp, and sent that little cube tumbling in a neat arc straight into the cup. Clink! Nothing but net. You can't teach that kind of precision, doc.