Everybody does it. The internal scoreboard starts to tick down, the imaginary defenders set into position and the crowd behind the car starts to roar. You fake left but drive right. The plan is to go to the basket, but that imaginary defender in the post, where the driveway starts to lean off towards the grassy hill, steps up and cuts off your lane. “Quick,” you think, “time is running out.” Five, four, three … Plan B, you decide, You fake the drive, cross like Allen Iverson, step back like Michael Jordan and knock down the jumper like Magic Johnson.