I was chubby and slow in HS, so I rarely played. Our team was down 12 with 1:50 left in the game. Coach put all the bench players in. I'm basically a Glen Rice (In HS) clone, in that I was the 2nd tallest player on my team, but by far the best 3p shooter, and I couldn't dribble. To force me to work on my ball-handling (thanks coach-that-I-dislike!), he put me at PG.
Anyway, I was trying to get this other kid to run point so I didn't get embarrassed. He wouldn't do it. I crossed half court, shrugged my shoulders, took 2 steps, pulled up... nothing but net. I remember the entire gym being dead silent when I pulled up. I was about 32 feet from the hoop... 74' court, 2 steps past the 37' half court line... and we were home. Everyone shut up. Except my middle school Social Studies teacher. I heard him say "What the He..." and then BEDLAM when it went in.
We got the rebound on the next team's possession, and I dribbled up and pulled it from 25'. Nothing but net. Now we're only down 6 with over a minute left. Other coach calls a timeout, and my coach put starters back in
My senior year, I transformed as a player a bit (JR year I went to a diff. school, played a ton, and then went back to my old school SR year) and could still shoot the same, but also busted my butt on D. I loved nothing more than chase-down blocks, or blocks from behind. I'd concede the spot in the post to the player, then block their shot, because I could. My coach stuck me on this team's PG one game, and his mantra all year was "Beat your man to the spot". 3 times in a row I let the PG beat me to "the spot". He ran the same little curl-play to get "free" about 10' from the hoop. I'd trail him, even though I knew where he was going, then kinda come out of nowhere to swat his shot. Hit the stands the third time I did it.
Coach reamed me at halftime for not beating him to his spot. So the first possession in the 3rd I did it a fourth time. Just to show the kid I could. After that, though, I started playing "sound" defense.
Then in the Senior All Star game everyone remembered me as the kid that could shoot, and I was pretty lights-out to start the game. At the end of the game, my team losing by about 20, the entire crowd was chanting for me to shoot a half court shot (been pulling up deep all night.. ASG, for crying out loud). So I dribbled back to half court, with my defender harassing me, and launched it..... air ball. Also did the Jordan-eyes-closed FT in that game, and missed one. Felt like an idiot for the air-ball, and missing eyes closed, but at the same time it was a great feeling to have the crowd chant for something like that..
Then the obligatory screwing around in college... having an entire gym full of kids see me make a full court shot. I took A LOT of them while screwing around, but it's so satisfying when you make your first one, especially if there's a ton of people watching. In my life I've made 17 full court shots, but shot probably hundreds, and none were in a game.
Holy cow long. I have to think that, reading these, it must seem like I'm a decent player. I'm not. I was not good enough to play on my D3 team. Just come from an untalented district, where I was head and shoulders above most kids in athletic ability.