If there was an Oscar for worst performance by a free throw shooter in a supporting role, I’d have been a lock based on today’s driveway effort.
The first 600-ish were with Annette, and then Noah came out and asked if he could help. I owe him an apology for what he witnessed, and for what he had to chase.
Of our 117 days in action so far, this had to be the worst shooting yet. There were 1,000 that ended up in the bucket, and my guess would be another 400 out of the bucket. And these weren’t run-of-the-mill misses either … many that were bad enough to sail outside of Annette’s range, which is saying something.
It was ugly.
Now, I can’t take full credit for the awfulness of it all. Although it was a beautiful, sunny March day — far more like the lamb than the lion — there were gusts, and gusts have become the arch enemy.
So it was a long afternoon, and maybe a reminder that it wouldn’t hurt to get back inside every once in a while.
I’d like to thank the Academy, The Beautiful Heth and the kids, all the foul shooters who have come before me, and Keanu Reeves, just because.
That’s 166,107 down, 833,893 to go to 1 million made free throws.