And another good time was had by all! For all of you who attended this year’s annual Picnic in the Park, you KNOW what a blast it was. But for all of you who (sadly) missed the event—shame on you!

Sunday, November 18 was a glorious fall day—perfect of picnicking and partying with both members and staff of Michael’s Body Scenes.

We started at noon, with groaning tables of food including veggies, overstuffed subs, delicious chicken wings, pizza and of course, Andy Glickman’s trademark burgers.

Staff members made sure everyone had a good time, providing face painting for the kids and water balloons for the kids at heart—boy was that fun!!! The only problem is that Brett got a little bit carried away, taking full aim at Lisa and getting her patriotic T-shirt soaking wet. On purpose, perhaps?

A not-to-be-missed sight was Grace doing the hula-hoop. Her undulations were positively erotic which had the guys glued to her locomotion.

But Carol’s granddaughters, Nicole and Alex put us adult hula-hoopers to shame, effortlessly twirling the hoops around their hips with all the aplomb of professionals. Alex promised to teach her grandma a few tricks of the trade for next year.

After young and old alike stuffed themselves silly with all the goodies, Michael P. gathered the troops for the highlight—or in this case—lowlight of the picnic.

The annual member-staff softball game. Oy vey. As a former coach, and long time member I was in heaven to see the members forge ahead 3-0 by the top of the third inning.

Led by the divine pitching of Father James, our members held strong. Barry hit evenly, too and Dory was an asset on first base. And then the worm turned. All the worms turned. And the staffers hammered the members scoring run hit after hit, run after run.

Andy Glickman was in top form catching impossible balls wayyy out in left field. He also hit a ton, too. Tim did his share of damage, too, for the stinky staffers, led by Fotis “Shades” Papamichael as pitcher.

The weakest link, believe it or not, was our own beloved Michael “Butter Fingers” P., who clearly and graphically demonstrated that even HE is not perfect.

However Fran, his adoring wife, nicknamed “The Blonde” assured us that he does have other talents. Hmmm…

By the top of the seventh inning, the score was 15-3 for the staffers. I left, unable to bear the pain much longer.