A couple things come to mind this morning:
1. We take a moment to appreciate the contributions of Ol’ Softy, that ball you see up there on the left, which a couple hundred thousand shots or so ago looked like that ball up there on the right. She was a good ball, loyal, never complained even with the daily early-morning wake-up calls. She flew true and straight, but there just comes a time when, well … I mean, look at her. You are officially retired this morning, Ol’ Softy, but we won’t forget you.
2. The new ball, which for now, with apologies to Tom Hanks, we’ll simply call Wilson, got its first workout this morning, and it was a tough one. Not as cold as yesterday morning, but worse, the winds they were a-blowin’. I was once in a play called “It Takes a Wizard,” in which my buddy Tom Radford played Sir Leroy, a not-so-brave knight whose theme song was “He Who Turns and Runs Away, Lives to Fight Another Day,” and that’s what it felt like this morning. We got out of there after taking too long to make 1,000 foul shots … and we’ll be back another day — namely, tomorrow — hoping for more favorable conditions. Here’s how a small part of it looked …
Not pretty, but with those 1,000 we’re not at 457,007 down, 542,993 to go to 1 million made foul shots. Thanks again, Ol’ Softy.