That Bluefish Game Part 2

Before I get started with Part 2, I just wanna remind everyone that larger version of the pics are available if you click on the pics. And all our pics since 2004 are here.

This game between the Long Island Ducks and the Bridgeport Bluefish is like a flashback to the 90s. Here you see one third of Generation K - Bill Pulsipher:

Henry Rodriguez bending over! The man had a candy bar named after him. And Joe has two still in their wrappers in his basement! You can't make that up!

And last but not least, Juan Gonzalez. Mister too many babymamas with drama. The man must have scored two or three big deals in his career already, and now he's playing in Bridgeport? Keep the gun in the holster man!

Here's Mr. Candy Bar mid-swing. I think this went for a double.

Juan Gone jogging to right field:

Juan Gone bending over in right field:

Here's Cooper and Jeanne. I guess I might have been wrong on them before. Turns out they are not the same person after all. But look at their eyes (click on pic for big pic). I tried to use the camera thing to correct it but the red eyes were still there! It's scientific proof that they are both evil flesh-eating zombies. And word on the street has it that neither Cooper or Jeanne has belly buttons. Furthermore, I am just now getting an update to this story in my earpiece that both of them in fact were born from giant eggs. This is on the internet, so this must be true.

Lew + George

The Bridgeport Bluefish has feet

I tried to get some close-ups of Juan Gone, but I think he heard/saw me. He kept turning around at the worst moments. And my damn camera's got a one second delay.






I bet there's not even a WCUM radio station.

Closeup of the face of evil

It's right about now that I started taking pictures randomly:



This guy, allegedly, shows up at all the Bluefish games and ask everyone to sign his board. This is the most random thing: He saw us and our shirts and he shouted out "Hey, you guys know Johnny?!" And we were like holy poop, he knows Johnny Buckets? Small world man. Small world. We gave him our card and he might be seeing this as I type.

You could see us anywhere in the stadium. A glob of 13 bright orange shirts. 13 orange shirts and a douchebag with a blue throwback shirt.

And yeah, said jerkface spilt his beer too

Here, he's crying over spilt beer



I had to leave early, but I was disappointed with the group. I don't know if it was because we were too drunk or not drunk enough, but we didn't heckle anyone at all. And we had prime targets! Oh well, there's always next year.

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.