When my mother was growing up, there were not many opportunities for girls to participate in sports. Here is what happened when I tried to include female participation in basketball at our garage, which had a backboard and rim attached, and a driveway which served as the court.
To fully appreciate the setting for this story, I must tell you that my mother had an older brother who was an All American football player. He also was a basketball star and a good track athlete. So good, that his nickname was Flash. He is in the Nebraska Sports Hall of Fame. I am not in the Nebraska Sports Hall of Fame, but when I was in 5th grade, I fully expected future induction.
So, I was shooting hoops with my friends and my mother came by on her way to the backyard clothesline. We were, as you could have seen if you had been there, excellent athletes, whereas my mother was, of course, just a girl or, more accurately, a lady who was my mother.
I teasingly passed the basketball to her. She caught it and immediately shot the ball. It went into the basket. The shot was from the side, maybe 15 feet from the basket. Swish!
Then she made like she was wiping her hands and offered to play with us again when we improved.
I don’t recall ever playing with her again. She was one for one. Perfect record.