Marcello Hernández has invented a new game.
On a sunny yet deceivingly cold spring day, the 28-year-old comedian and Saturday Night Live star and I set up shop on a sliver of concrete at a park in Lower Manhattan. After casually passing a soccer ball around for half an hour, Hernández decides to see if he can kick the ball into a nearby basketball hoop. As he stands atop the three-point arc, shot after shot paints the backboard. When, finally, around the 30th try, the ball mercifully goes…

