“It’s rigged,” his grandfather warned the teen. “Never waste money on carnival games. See the rim? It’s oval not round, and it’s higher than regulation.”
Sam laughed. “I’m winning that giant panda for Sheila,” He blew a kiss to his girlfriend. “Love is on my side.” Buoyed by her smile, Sam dribbled the ball and eyed the prize behind the carny’s counter.
“They overinflate the balls. Buy her cotton candy instead.”
Sam fired anyway. The ball banged against the rim and plopped on his stubborn head.
The old man shrugged. “That’s life.”