Turns out gymnasiums are hard to come by on Christmas Day. That’s the bad news. The good news is that I’ve got a very sufficient hoop in the driveway and Christmas didn’t provide the ugly weather that had been promised earlier this week. So other than it being a little cold, and there being a small iceberg in an unfortunate spot under the hoop, these were pretty darned good circumstances for outdoors in late December.
After a great morning of unwrapping (PS3, Legos and Rosie’s “Fiderman” (Spiderman) costume were the big hits), Papa and I got outside a little before 10:30. It took a decent amount of time to break through the chill and get into any sort of rhythm, but it wasn’t too bad after that. With Noah jumping in during a break for Dad, the three of us ungracefully-but-effectively got through 1,000 made foul shots in about an hour and 53 minutes. We’ll take it, all things considered. Then it was quickly off to New London to spend the rest of the day with the Messer & Lorio side of the family … an A-plus day all around (after an A-plus Christmas Eve with the Wormald clan, by the way).
Tomorrow we’ll be back at Bishop Brady (Thanks again, Fred), and Sunday will be the 10-hour stint, where my revised expectation (hope) is to make between 6,000 and 7,000 shots.
Until next time, that’s 57,807 down, 942,193 to go to 1 million made foul shots.