You aim at some astonishing peak or a swerve of the river, then examine the screen on the back of your digital camera. A rogue, blurring tree has dived across like a goalkeeper to block your shot.

He used a body swerve to shake off a marker and create space for himself. Then, with marvelous disguise, with the merest of back lift from his left foot, he propelled the ball at startling velocity.

A couple driving toward the exit had to swerve out of his way and they honked at him. He slammed his fist against their hood, Shouting, "Go to hell!"