Caitlin Clark’s Shooting Video on Her Birthday Leaves Fans in Disbelief

Indiana Fever star Caitlin Clark spent part of her birthday working out in the team’s facility on Wednesday. And while she received a surprise from the team itself, she also gave fans a sweet treat on her special day.

On social media, the Fever shared a video of Clark from her latest workout, and it was simply remarkable. The clip showed the Indiana playmaker working on her shooting, and according to the team, she made 50 of the 54 attempts she took.

“Caitlin Clark shot 50-for-54 from three on her birthday,” the team wrote in the caption of the post. “Read that again.”

Everyone knows Caitlin Clark is a great shooter. Her ability to shoot from long distance is a huge part of her game, which also makes her one of the deadliest offensive players in the game.

In her rookie season, Clark not only led the league in 3-pointers made with 122, but she also set the rookie record for the most triples ever. In the history of the WNBA, the Fever guard had the second-most 3-point makes in a single season, only behind Sabrina Ionescu’s 128 in 2023.

Despite that, fans were still left in awe by her latest showing, as it only further highlights how remarkable of a shooter she is.

“That’s wild,” a commenter wrote. Another one said, “Caitlin Clark 50-54! That is GOAT stuff on the GOAT’s birthday!”

“That’s pretty incredible – Caitlin Clark just shot 92% from the 3-point line. Out of 54 rapid-fire shots! Outrageous,” another supporter shared.

“I keep thinking it’s a video loop. But it’s not. Insane,” a fan added.

A social media user further stated, “That’s crazy. Wow!!!!!!”

“Holy Moly! Oh, and Happy Birthday,” a shocked poster said.

Indiana Fever guard Caitlin Clark (22). Paul Rutherford-Imagn Images

After witnessing Clark’s latest workout, it’s understandable why many other Indiana faithful couldn’t wait for the 2025 season to get started.

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