Pretty uneventful evening (on Mark Applebee’s birthday, by the way). Arrived at a little before 9 p.m. with Dad. Left at a little before 11. In between, made 1,100 foul shots. Trying to keep well ahead of the 1,000 per night average.
The only point of interest was that I found out two taped fingers isn’t much of a deterrent, so that’s a good thing. The tips of my right pointer and middle finger had been getting a little raw (in fact, there are still a bunch of blood splotches on the ball from the night Mike Keeler whipped this program into shape), so wanted to make sure we could take preventative measures without hampering the effort. Looks like that’s a go.
So we’re at 12,537 down, 987,463 to go.