Grub was eaten.
Money wasn't paid by this person (who do I owe, btw?)
Beer was drank.
Getting together the SoSG crew is like a family reunion you crash of a much more level-headed family than your own. Flame wars are put aside for the greater good.
Please note: to protect the identities of our Sons and loyal athletic supporters, no heads were captured by this roving photog.
REAL DELINO stands guard to keep the ruffians, free loaders and SoSG Lasorda out.
Some men and a lady.
Ooo... Look at me. I've got some foreign shirt. (Ed Note: SOSG Sax did change into Dodgers gear, but continued wearing his kilt)
I don't know what the F this game is... or why it took half of the SoSG contingency to play it. The line between the Fest and D&D got perilously thin.
REAL DELINO. REAL CHEAP DEAL ON EBAY.
Three of the Original Sons crammed into the PhotoBooth.
And one REAL DELINO
Hot ticket item at the Dodgers Chachki Exchange: ARMLESS MATTINGLY.
Everyone went home a winner. Except those who didn't get anything.
Cruel, cruel irony. A Cardinals Tattoo in the Cracker Jack box. And why is it so hard to find the peanuts in those boxes. When I was a young lad, Cracker Jack meant more than just popcorn. It meant you'd get peanuts. Oh so many peanuts. Why do these things change? How does Arnold get turned into frikkin Colin Farrell in the Total Recall remake... I digress.
The biggest winner of all. SOSG Orel. With TWO signed DELINO cards.
There was much rejoicing as Kershaw picked up his 19th and SOSG Fest proved to be a stirring success!
There was a celebratory bubble just a second before I took this photo.