Shoulda known. Town called Wind-ham. Set up on top of a hill. Basket gets blown over twice before we even started shooting. Great day for kites. Lousy day for trying to get a 22-ounce sphere to fly straight.
And then it got worse.
OK, OK, OK … Before I really get into it, I’m going to start by pointing out that all in all, this was a terrific day. Kevin Madigan and Caron Renik of the Granite State South Board of Realtors had graciously invited me to shoot outside of the Windham Country Club clubhouse during the board’s annual golf tournament, held yesterday, June 8. Nice. Then came John MacGilvary, Terry Taylor and Carol Alicea, who were kind enough to rebound — particularly John, who was a mainstay under the hoop throughout. Nice. The club pro, Joanne Flynn, lent her space, her tape measure, her extension cord. Nice.
Great people, great event.
Then I started shooting, and the only word that comes to mind is: Guh.
I’m not going to get into the gory details, but let’s just say this was not one for the highlight reel. Aside from a few pockets of stillness here and there, the ball was blowing all over the place. Give Terry and John credit. Despite a pretty darned low shooting percentage, they were undaunted. The two of them stayed for the first 600, after which Terry had golf things to do, leaving John on his own. Great guy. If I had a nickel for the number of times he had to chase a miss behind the air conditioning unit … well, I’d have a handful of nickels.
Unfortunately, the bad shooting was the least of the frustration. It took far too long, but we plodded through, arriving at 1,400 after nearly two and a half hours. It was at that point that I figured, just for kicks, why not check the recorder.
It was a blank screen.
Now’s a good time to point out that this project is to make 1 million recorded shots (not so sure I’m happy about having made that rule). So as I looked at that blank screen, my head kind of numb, my first thought was: How many were recorded? Couldn’t be sure, but from the length of the existing, abbreviated clip, I had an idea it was about 500. So I figured we’d just shoot 500 more and make it an even 1,000.
Except that by then, the wind had gone from blustery to Mt. Washingtonesque, so the thought of 500 more quickly became just plain silly. John and Carol rebounded 100 more …
… after which I had a very clear, no mas moment.
Went to work. Came home. Went to Noah’s practice. Came home again. Checked the tape and found that including the last 100, we had captured 586 of the 1,500 we’d made. Went outside. Made an efficient 414 more with old reliable, “Annette,” and that was that. Came inside and watched the Celtics come almost all the way back before dropping Game 3 of the NBA Finals.
Hey, at least the Red Sox won.
And hey again, we did add 1,000 to the total (after actually making 1,914, but who’s counting?). So combined with this morning’s that’s-more-like-it, breezeless 1,500, the big number is now 296,607 down, 703,393 to go to 1 million made foul shots.