Normally, Dad and I are not known for our speed. We’re in it for a little father-son time, and accuracy. As someone used to say, “It’s not a race, Dave.” (They would usually add, “So take off those ridiculous spandex pants,” but that’s a story for another day.)
Back to tonight: We were actually zipping right along. The goal had originally been 1,100, but once we got there and still had 20 minutes left to two hours, I figured I’d suggest another 100, and Dad agreed … so 10 minutes later we had comfortably drained 1,200 for the night with 10 minutes to spare.
And we’re over 35k! … to 35,697 down, 964,303 to go to 1 million made free throws.