Saturday, June 14, 2008

Mallards

Ah, what could be better than grilling out and attending a Frontier League baseball game on a cool summer evening?


We started out as normal fans, but after our hands were exposed to radiation in a freak accident before the game we became obnoxious louts, taunting everyone from the opposing team's pitcher to the first base coach. Here's the crew looking tough:

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