I’m liking where this thing is going with Bob Jandrue’s Peabody, Mass. crew. It’s getting kind of competitive, and when it gets competitive, a large number of made free throws usually follows.
Bob, the Peabody high school teacher who first joined us on a solo flight back in late January, has been back with students three times since. Each time, there is talk about how many the other guys did. That’s excellent news, because these North Shore guys apparently don’t like being outdone.
Tonight, with high school junior Erik Krezmien making his return and classmate Mat Hussey joining him, the magic number was the 2,500 that Bob, Alex Hernandez, Joe Fronduto and I had put up back in early March. So away we went (after setting aside a few chairs that had been assembled for eighth-grade graduation the night before), and although it was a pretty stuffy gym, we kind of got it moving along. The first hour was right around 1,250, and the second kind of slowed down a bit (thank me for that) … so in the final analysis, it took us a little more than two hours to put up the 2,500 target … but we did it.
Then there was some two-on-two to be played. “Young guys vs. old guys?” Bob and I asked, to which the young guys’ eyes lit up. We played to 15, and Bob was a force, Mat and Erik didn’t have their best games, and I kind of just stayed out of the way. Old guys win!
Then Erik and Mat went face to face, and below is some pretty raw footage of what happened. Erik’s in the white shorts and Mat’s in the white sneakers …
As usual when Bow shows up, it was a great night with a couple of excellent kids. And productive. Speaking of productivity, Erik can now lay claim to 4,700 foul shots, including the two times he’s been up. And Bob has now been part of 8,940 of them, including his solo night of 1,740.
And this time, there were gifts! Bob’s parents were kind enough to send along a check to the Intrepid Fallen Heroes Fund, and Bob gifted me a Stephen Colbert “WRISTSTRONG” bracelet, which I plan to wear on my sometimes ailing right wrist forever-and-ever (or at least until I can pass it along to Mr. Colbert) so as to keep my wrist, you know, strong. Thanks, Bob.
And thanks, gentlemen. I hope to see you again soon. Maybe we’ll shoot for 3,000 the next time.
Addendum: This morning, “Annette” and I tacked on 1,500 in the driveway, for a total of 307,507 down, 692,493 to go to 1 million made foul shots.