The Bottle Cap Showdown

I saw an empty ceramic mug sitting on its side near the corner of the rug, and my brain screamed: carnival game! Right away, I hunted down three stray plastic bottle caps from beneath the coffee table and set up my firing line. First shot went wild—whizzed high and pinged right off a table leg into the shadows. No sweat! I brushed off my gloves, angled my stance, and flicked the second cap with full snap. Banked off the edge of the magazine rack, curved neatly across the hardwood, and landed dead-center into the mug with a satisfying clatter! Step right up, folks, we've got a champion!