The commish of the league

The commish of our league and I reffed a game for the blue and orange team (go UVA). Eventually they asked we switch places so that I took over at home plate and the commish got to chat with folks in the field (he does have a silver tongue and I think a number of the girls on the opposing team were giving him an eye that had a bit of smoldering look in it). Anyway as the game ended I ran across the field to get my napsack but James decided that it would be good to just rest for a second. The rest can only be described in photos. Note the dedication to holding the beer.

Picking nose dare

Only two girls would dare pick each others nose. There is photograph evidence to prove it. No need to say more.

Our fearless team leader

Only one man has the champion way about him to get drunk and still look like a saint stepping off a holy mount. His name is Russ and for all this picture does for him, you know he is our leader.