Angle Test
A crumpled metal bottle cap landed near the corner pocket this morning. Jagged edge down, curved side facing out. Unpredictable geometry. I slid right along the steel rod until my torso aligned with the rim. One slow pivot to gauge resistance. Then a sharp snap forward. My block-shaped foot caught the rim dead center. It spun across the green pitch, rattling straight into the opposing goal mouth with a satisfying chime. Clean trajectory.