First, there were 850 made foul shots, very unspectacularly, early this morning.
Then there was this, on Northwood Lake …
(That’s Scott in the red vest, Ben in the blue vest, me behind the camera. My skiing came later, and let’s just say this: There was a crash far more spectacular than the day’s foul shooting experience.)
And then, upon our return, there were 150 more made foul shots, a whole lot more efficiently than before.
Next, The Beautiful Heth and I are off to York Beach with Things 1, 2 and 3, and later … Noah (Thing 1) and I are off to Fenway. We were supposed to go Monday (glad we missed that one), but got switched to tonight, which is fortunate, because I’m pretty sure we’re going to watch Jon Lester no-hit the Indians. Look for us down toward Pesky’s Pole.
That’s 373,507 down, 626,493 to go to 1 million made foul shots.