A man walked up to me while I was taking this picture. "Basketball," he said to me. I nodded. "Do you play?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Basketball," he said again, this time more urgent. He pointed toward the basket, then back at the ground, then once more toward the basket. "I'm sorry," I said, "I don't have a basketball with me. I was just admiring the scenery." He shook his head. "Basket. Ball." I was puzzled. What could this man possibly want?
The answer was clear a second later, when he ripped his own head clean off his body, dribbled it once toward the basket, and threw down a towering slam dunk, blood raining down upon the post and blacktop alike.
Oh, and that man? Disgraced former Pope Benedict XVI, aka Joseph Ratzinger. I didn't recognize him without the hat.