The basketball players of Durham's Wilson Street had been scraping by with a banged-up, oval-shaped hoop. It had fallen down a few times and taken more than few pavement shots to the rim, turning many a pretty 3-pointer into a disappointing clanger.
But this morning, the hoopsters of the Watts-Hillandale neighborhood woke to find someone had delivered a new goal overnight. No explanation. Just a brand-new hoop. So they're chalking it up to good fairies, or maybe some magic dust that wafted over from Duke.