I have known Scott Olofsson for about 25 years. I first met Swede through Scott Parker, who became my brother-in-law. In 1995, I went on a fishing trip to remote Canada with Scott, Swede and 5 other guys. During that time, Swede recruited me for his fantasy baseball league. Obviously he smelled blood.
This season was one of the few times I have ever finished higher than Swede. Naturally I am celebrating my victory.
On a recent trip to Milwaukee, Swede mocked Matt and me about butt-kissing Manny Ramirez (and some other players). He claimed we were chasing Manny like 2 love-struck school girls. Barbs fly often between us at baseball games. Allegiances switch as quickly as pitches are thrown. I am sure I got some decent shots back at Swede, but today, I am closing the door through pictures. Hey, it's my blog...I can do whatever I want.
The first picture is of Swede (and Parker) that Matt took from our comfortable seats in the Press Box. The second shot is a picture that Matt took from the field (this time, we were 'chasing' Brad Ausmus).
Finally, the above picture is of Matt and me ON THE FIELD! Mock us if you want, King Swede (heck, you can even throw your famous Swede Curse my way), but there Matt and I were, hanging on the field. I won't even mention the respect we received from other fans (like on the shuttle bus).