16 teams. 1 champion.
The Green Team looked, um, great.

Sweet Touch

I was part of the team Sweet Touch and His Secret Admirer. By the way, we rebounded strong after this picture was taken. I was too focused all day to even remember to have a picture taken of Sweet Touch and me in our unis. Very high concept. You see, I was his secret admirer and was trying to be like him but messing it all up. He had black jeans, I had blue. He had orange shoes with some blue. I wore blue shoes with some orange. My Mets hat was even different than his. As I said, very high concept.

Mooney the Priest in a Wetsuit pointing out some real nuns.

Drawing up the Courts

One of these priests is real, the other isn't.

At the end of the World Cup style first round, there was a tie in one of the brackets. The only solution was a Simulbocc. No idea on the spelling of that.

The team that took Erik and me out also took out Mike and Mooney. Oh well, at least Sweet Touch and I made it to the Final Four.

The Green Team vs. Guys in Togas. So Felliniesque.


The Finals. Guys in busboy outfits vs. our boys in red.

Fully Loaded

The game was quickly getting out of hand for our friends. Balgavy had to resort to desperate measures.

The final shot by Jim didn't end in a good result.

Drinking vodka from the trophy.

UPDATE:
9/25 7:30 am
While Balgavy might not be nice enough to link to my pictures, here are a batch of his.
9/25 3:45 pm
Swiped from Balgavy's pictures. Look at how I'm still in character looking admiringly at Sweet Touch. And he doesn't even notice.
2 comments:
When did I become Herbie, the Love Bug?
Balgavy and Jim look like Spanish communists.
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