When Kim and Megan went to Howl at the Moon in my 350Z, the vallet posted it right next to some Mercs and BMW's; they could see itall night from the patio.
In roundball, the state of having been utterly humiliated near the net, as your opponent steps into you to throw you off, then swivels around you toward the basket and drops the ball into the basket as though you were not there.