Here we see a few of our members attempting to recover from a feeding frenzy.
Mrs. Prater, the grand dame of the SEAF, protects the little food we had left.
We started out with 9 bags of Hot Dog buns, and 5 packs of Hebrew National Hot Dogs (probably the best dog ever made). At this stage we had 2 left, and one vanished mysteriously after that.
Thankfully, no one was injured during the feeding frenzy, as we are all able to take a nice break and begin recovery.
With the sun low in the sky, the last band of hungry travelers arrives. (note: keep in mind they were armed, so we were feeding them no matter what.)
And after all was said and done, many conversations held and problems discussed - Southeast has once again appeared on many a persons Radar - not the least of which was Chief Gaskins, Mrs. Burcham, Mr. Dowe, and Mr. Townsend - who we would like to thank for showing up.
I guess when you have the right Hot Dog, the world beats a path to your door.
Thanks everybody. For the first year in a long time that Southeast has held such an event, we certainly showed them how we play ball.


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