On my way to Nashua, NH, and this is the new terminal at BWI airport.
When I arrived in Nashua, Mike was hungry….
So the front desk hooked him up with a leftover bag lunch for free.
The next day was nothing but boring meetings….
But later that night, we did go out……
For a nice dinner at my favorite Nashua restaurant, Surf.
I had the pan-seared tuna!!!
Later that night it was a multiplayer match of the game Halo.
The next morning, we needed a little wake up help.
I’ll spare you the boring work stuff, and get right to that night’s activity.
John scored us tickets to a pre-game party for the Nashua Pride.
It could be a good time. Lets continue and find out if it was.
The teams were warming up….
And we made our way over to the worst smelling part of the ball park….
Oh, did I mention the beer was back over at the stadium? Have a nice walk.
We moved over here because it really did smell nasty at the other set of tables.
Yes Mike, so far this place was striking out.
At least the weather was nice.
No burgers for me, I got a salad wrapped in a tortilla.
Once we had a system for beer runs, things started to get a little better.
I grabbed a foul ball…..
By kicking it away from Scott T.
This first place team really packs in a good crowd.
Some historical facts about the park for your reading enjoyment.
The costume he was wearing smelled like 2 years worth of sweat and B.O.
I guess I should include one picture of the game.
When I asked them to pose for the picture…..
This is what they gave me!!!
Patriot pitcher Nick Bierbrodt does what no pitcher should do, relieve himself.
He then headed to the mound to pitch…..
But was then told he had a little bit of dribble on his pants.
We decided to move closer to the beer.
Find the SkillSoft employees.
Scott T. tried so hard to get himself a foul ball….
He went after three balls that night, and didn’t get one.
We all felt bad for him, so putting Doug’s idea into effect…..
We all signed one of the three balls we got and gave it to him….
It’s kinda like salt in a wound.
In a re-enactment, he shows how he missed all three balls the night before.
Maybe a little too close. (picture credit: Grenville Huggett)
Mike pointed out, “Look Russian bread…and there’s no line!!!”
Dinner that night was at this lame Martini bar.
Ernie saw it as a time to get close to his co-workers….
Eric thought that was pretty funny.
The fine women of Nashua, NH.
We played Halo again that night, but someone passed out early.
Actually a few people did. Hey Dan, name that expression.
Not being done at 1:15 in the morning, we headed out for food.
What else would you expect at that hour?
What goes well with drunk friends?
Greasy food, that’s what.
Dan scored a souvenir glass.
It was a short trip, and Mike and I laughed at the good times over a beer.
Nothing like a drink to end a business trip.