December 17th and last game of 2009. Official temp was 8 degrees with a nasty wind chill that (according to weather.com) makes it feel like -9.
The core group of whack-jobs showed up to play and freeze their @$$es off. Especially after being warned by Jim that anyone who had committed would be hunted down if they didn't show. Alan - consider yourself human prey. Bob didn't make it because he was busy pissing off yet another continent. But that's okay, because Randy took his place at sucking. Charlie will be chewing Ibuprofen for a few days...but Bad Santa has probably survived worse.
I apologize in advance for the quality of some images (the lens froze) but you get the picture....
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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