Martin is getting married next Saturday, so we had a gentleman's bachelor party. Sushi, sailboat, batting cages, pizza, and beers.
This may be the happiest I have ever seen Trupe look in a picture; 20 minutes later he barfed his brains out. Sailing in choppy waters while smoking cigars and drinking beers after a huge dinner of raw fish was maybe a bad idea.
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Are you kidding me? Doesn't Matt get enough face time on this blog already?
Brendan is a baby.
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