Marcello Hernández has invented a new game.
On a sunny yet deceivingly cold spring day, the 28-year-old comedian and Saturday Night Live star and I set up shop on a sliver of concrete at a park in Lower Manhattan. After casually passing a soccer ball around for half an hour, Hernández decides to see if he can kick the ball into a nearby basketball hoop. As he stands atop the three-point arc, shot after shot paints the backboard. When, finally, around the 30th try, the ball mercifully goes in, he’s not satisfied so much as he is dead set on replicating this feat. Several attempts graze the net, while most hit nothing but air. A few do a tantalizing spin cycle around the rim before swirling out. With each miss, Hernández becomes more determined to see the ball go in again. I become more worried that this will take all day.
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