Lowering the rims? Um, no, that's not the answer
In the front-hall closet of my childhood home, there were always two basketballs. One was NBA-regulation size, worn and faded; my dad took it to his pickup games, and we used it when playing one-on-one in the driveway. The other was a women's ball, in more pristine shape, that I used when I went to the gym alone, or when my dad helped me with drills.
And when I did enter a gym with my women's ball, looking to do some shooting and maybe get in a pickup game, the ball under ...
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