"When I was eight years old my dad came home with a fiber glass basketball goal and put it up in our backyard. After a couple of hours of grunting and swearing he tossed me a ball and said “shoot with your wrist” and walked inside. I spent hundreds of hours out there over the next ten years avoiding family functions and shooting hoops on that rim. As I started to travel a bit more, I started to notice more and more back yard goals that had fallen into disrepair the same way my childhood rim had. I loved the idea that some other kid had spent countless hours dreaming while shooting baskets the same way I did. This series is a collection of their basketball goals."