Syracuse v. Scranton: Pictorial Expose Part 1

Attended last night's big contest in the Emerald City, (formerly the Salt City), pitting the Syracuse Chiefs, (formerly Skychiefs), against Scranton-Wilkes Barre, (formerly Columbus), in Alliance Bank Stadium, (formerly P&C Stadium.)

With me were fellow IT IS HIGH lugnuts SuperFrankenstein and Moose. We sought to shred the media filter and get the real lowdown on Yank farm produce, through stool sample analysis and examination of dental work with precision calipers.

The 'Cuse beat the 'Barre 5-4, taking three of four in the gritty matchup of International League rivals, and shaving Scranton's North Divisional lead to a mere 7.00 games.

Our report:

Take that, Lonn Trost!

Syracuse's legendary Wall of Championships
suggests we are victims of a curse. (Did we ever piss off Stu Pederson?)

The crowd was enormous.

On the mound for us, ol' Casey himself.
He ripped through the first three, then lost it.
He threw 4.1 and relinquished three.

We sat one row behind the Yankee bullpen,
who were really nice guys. Nobody even mentioned my stinky foot.

Superprospect Austin Jackson went 1-5 with a single.
This serve went to the shortstop.

More shocking photos later.