That Bluefish Game Part 1

Last Thursday we went down to Bridgeport's HarborYard. We all rallied at Meadowside and hoping to carpool in Cooper's car. Unfortunately, we failed to fit 15 people into the car. We got 12 in but people started to complain about how they can't breathe and how their knees are bending the wrong way. So we went with Plan B, which was to send multiple cars down with less than 15 people per car.

Somehow, I was chosen to drive down. Tom, being the veteran roadtripper of the bunch, called shotgun like a pro. Mssrs. Johnston and Cooper rounded out the carpool. I wanted to take some pics while in the car, but they kept screaming about keeping two hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. So there's no in-car pics.

Here you see us walking from the parking lot to the stadium. Everyone had their orange shirts on except Tom. Bigshot here wore his throwback blue jersey. From left to right in foreground: Cooper, Sumner, Tom. In background, Jeanne "Big Bruiser" Rosa. I can't quite put my finger on it but she looks different. She looks more feminine and less bullyish.

Here Tom finds out he's the only one with the blue shirt.

Lew is back! We sent her to New Jersey to teach the natives about our wiffleball ways. She's the one on the far right next to Nick with the authentic Bluefish cap. We were all very impressed.

It came as a shock to us, but nobody asked us for our autographs. Since Joe's car haven't gotten here yet, we just kinda stood around for a little. Here, we were talking about the conflicts in the Middle East.

Pretty horses! And three REALLY big cops!

Cooper screamed at me to get a picture of this old lady with the crazy pants. She looked like she was on stilts.

I was taking this...

...when Cooper started screaming again that the old lady is coming back!

The following works best if you kinda scroll down slowly but smoothly. I tried my best not to move the camera yet somehow keeping it in focus.
















Freaking Keeler pulled a Kenny Rogers (the pitcher, not the singer). I suffered a bruised shoulder and I intend to sue.

George telling Kristin a really dirty joke about a bluefish and a farmer. On and Tom looking straight ahead at something shiny.

Get Hooked! Get it? It's a bluefish and the word "hook"! As in it's a pun on the double meaning of the word "hook"! I couldn't stop laughing for 2 hours after I saw this car.

I went back to check on the horses. I got worried about them because the cops sitting on them were rather large.

While others were talking about Lance Bass, George started strutting like a man model. Here he is giving the crowd his "Blue Steel":

Check out how both Cooper and Jeanne are giving me the same evil side way stare! More on that in a bit...

Here's George posing with his good side out. Check out that rugged jaw line.

Here we were talking about global warming...

And this is us trying to get together to do that pose the kids on 90210 did in their opening credits...I think Greg was trying to channel Steve.

Look at how fierce George looks!

This was supposed to be our group photo. It came out fuzzy, I shoulda told Lew how to focus on the camera. And in case you are wondering where was I, I'm the one with the two fingers. I kept saying that I'd take the picture since I don't like being in photos anyways. Now not only do we have a fuzzy pic, I'm not even in it because I'm hidden behind a giant head eclipse!

After that group pic (I hope the ones on the other cameras turned out better), we headed into the park. And yes, we got our share of strange stares. People didn't know if we were a gang of some sort or some sort of orange Blue Man Group.



Part 2 will include what happened during the game. We saw a Who's Who of Mid-90s Major League Baseball. You'll also see who spilt his own beer. Plus you'll have photographic evidence on which two MLWMers are pure evil.