Oh man...this picture. I recognize a few of those people, especially Scott. I was never a part of the Wild Bunch, but I was a bit of a lurker. I sat around them at all home baseball games between 1980-1983. By my senior year, I was at least recognized by them as being "okay" after I struck up a conversation with one of them and got around to telling them that I walked to the games from my apartment on Enfield road, about a block west of Mopac, and not just for the big games, but also for the games against Lamar and Emporia State. One of the guys, (I don't see him in the picture) once invited me to a tailgate get-together between games of a Saturday double header. These were really great people, and I always appreciated that they showed a bit of friendliness to a nobody college kid when I was there. They were all hilariously funny also. I think anyone would be lucky to have counted these people as friends. BTW, I recognized the guy that invited be to the tailgate in the clip of the 1983 CWS championship game, right after Clemens threw the winning pitch and the team was dog piling on the mound, this guy had jumped from the stands and joined in the dog pile. From the look on his face, I'd say Clemens was not amused. A couple memories of the WB; one year againstTexas Tech, they had a player with the last name of Pontius, or something very close. You can image the crap he was getting every time he came to bat, but at one point when he was in the batter's box, and there was a quiet-ish moment between pitches, I think it was Jose stands up and yells, "JESUS KILLER!", and the whole crowd heard it and broke up laughing. Later in that game, the WB was doing their "whoosh whoosh" thing during a TT at bat (If you were there, you know), and this unfortunate batter struck out swinging on three pitches, and the whole stadium erupted. Their third base coach was pissed, and on his way back to the dugout (this is when the visiting team sat in the first base dugout) he reaches into his mouth, pulls out a huge wad of chew and hurls it at the WB, but ended up hitting some innocent old woman right in the face. Of course the WB rode him mercilessly about his rag arm and lack of control. Good times, and I thank Scott and the rest of the WB for being such a huge part of them.