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    <email>templar569@hotmail.com</email>
    <name>Templar569</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-09T17:25:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:179108</id>
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    <title>Sometimes the best team does win</title>
    <published>2009-07-09T13:30:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-09T13:30:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My son's 50/70 baseball was the best team in the league, but because of injuries and weather and rescheduling problems making us miss practices and games, we stumbled pretty badly at the end of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We *finally* got to finish the playoffs this week, and even though we spotted each team we played anywhere from 3 to 8 runs in the early innings, we pulled it out and wound up winning the whole thing.  Not a bad run for a manager who, six years ago, knew nothing about the game and could barely stand it.  I actually love coaching now.  It's funny how things can change sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my kid would get it together, though.  He still psyches himself out at the plate and in the field at least every other game.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:178851</id>
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    <title>My son occasionally demonstrates foresight...</title>
    <published>2009-07-03T12:48:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-09T17:25:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night my daughter had a few friends over for her birthday, and I suggested to Jimmy that we go over to the ball field early and help the younger kids with summer ball.  After three seconds thought on what an evening of being surrounded with madly giggling 12- and 13-year old girls would mean for his sanity, he couldn't get his cup and cleats on fast enough.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:178463</id>
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    <title>S...O...S...help...me...</title>
    <published>2009-07-02T18:22:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-02T18:22:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My oldest daughter turned 13 this past Saturday.  Please send liquor and advice on how to handle a moody teenager, stat!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:178200</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-30T09:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-30T13:41:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-30T13:41:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Three days later, still feel like I let those girls down.  I can't really remember the last time I was this bummed about something "trivial" in the big picture of life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:178022</id>
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    <title>Well, the girls fell short as Districts this weekend...</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T12:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T12:48:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...and you haven't lived until you get to address 10 girls aged 11-13 who are crying their eyes out because they tried so hard and lost by one run in the bottom of the last inning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot express how proud I am of all of them.  The team I fielded this weekend would have beat the pants off the team I started with eight weeks ago, and they left it all on the field, as the saying goes.  They want to go to another tournament and they want to come back next year in the 14U division.  So it looks like I'm stuck for it for another year or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I honestly couldn't be any happier about it, even when it makes me crazy.  :-)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:177503</id>
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    <title>Hmm, well how about that?</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T14:34:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T14:34:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Steve Harris' daughter sings for a metal band.  And is kind of hot.  Go figure.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:177316</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-25T09:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-25T13:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-25T13:01:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've gotten really into Flogging Molly, and it's all McForum's fault.  &amp;gt;(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:177104</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-22T10:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T14:44:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T14:44:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I would like the rain that continues to saturate NJ to take a vacation for a week or so, kthxbye!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:176758</id>
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    <title>Sometimes I can really dig on good pop/R&amp;B music</title>
    <published>2009-06-21T15:36:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-21T15:36:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At my daughters' dance recital yesterday, one of the clasess danced to "Closer" by Ne-Yo, and while I'd never heard it before, I have to say it's a damn good jam.  Not the kind of music I'd normally listen to, but if I was taking the missus out for dancing, I could definitely cut the floor up to it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:176606</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-17T17:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T21:00:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T21:00:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it trolling to come right out and call someone a jerkoff?  I'm never sure of the etiquette of these things.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:176239</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-17T11:39:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T15:37:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T15:37:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Told the boss how I felt, he understood his mistake, acknowledged it and apologized.  Whether it leads to any real changes, we'll see.  He did say "Next time I do that, you can just punch me in the face."  I told him, "I just might."  So we're all on the same page now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:176077</id>
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    <title>I have been angry for hours now</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T03:51:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T15:16:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't give one rat's whisker whether or not you sign my paychecks.  It does not, in any way, make it OK for you to flip out over something relatively minor, dress me down in front of another employee, and drop the f-bomb repeatedly.  And should you, by some chance, actually come by my office in the next couple of days to proffer an apology, I am going to tell you exactly that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your employee, not your indentured servant.  The next you talk to me like that you better be firing me and/or wearing a cup.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:175869</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-15T09:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-15T13:15:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-15T13:15:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My firm changed to a new location, and I requested an office with a window.  You know what I can see from my window?  A bar.  They know me well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I am reduced to; scraping dregs of amusement from the mundanity of my life.  It's either that or primal scream therapy at this point.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:175542</id>
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    <title>FML</title>
    <published>2009-06-15T12:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-15T12:33:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah...so...a girl broke her thumb at practice yesterday while I was throwing BP to her, bringing my total injury count to over half the team; my daughter is going to be 13 in about 10 days, is getting her wisdom teeth, and is generally acting like (to steal Nekodeev's expression) Captain Butthurt; and then my wife got hit by a guy running a red light.  She's fine, thank goodness, but her car's rear axle may not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know a good witch doctor?  Or maybe a gypsy woman or two.  I really want to know whose Cheerios I pissed in.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:175334</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-12T13:24:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T17:22:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-12T17:22:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it wrong that I spent the day so far packing my office for the move, generally avoiding actual work as much as possible, and listening to every Iron Maiden album in succession?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:175034</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-12T07:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-12T11:29:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-12T11:29:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alice from &lt;i&gt;FreakAngels&lt;/i&gt; is pretty fooking badass.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:174824</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-11T10:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-11T14:31:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-11T14:31:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh, hey, got another broken toe on the team.  I am down to 7 completely healthy players.  Girls better be healing quickly.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:174342</id>
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    <title>Remember yesterday's walking wounded post?</title>
    <published>2009-06-08T12:16:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-08T12:16:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Add "Severe asthma attack, followed by the possibility that it's pneumonia or something else bad instead, going to the doctor's today to find out."  Poor kid; I hope she's OK.  She was really crushed not to be able to play yesterday, but now it's worse because it could be something serious.  Or (hopefully) it's just her mom being a nervous Nellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mind you, these injuries?  Happening to my better players.  Of my top six girls, four of them are hurt/out/sick right now.  I just hope they all heal up for districts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:174305</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-06T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-07T01:31:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-07T01:31:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Great, I just got a call telling me one of my girls broke her finger misplaying a fly ball today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's see the tally:&lt;br /&gt;Two water on the knee&lt;br /&gt;One broken fifth metatarsal&lt;br /&gt;One broken ring finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the year with 13 girls.  13 mind you.  I will be fortunate to field a whole team by the time districts comes around in three weeks.  :-(</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:173920</id>
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    <title>I received one of the best gifts I have ever gotten today</title>
    <published>2009-06-07T00:15:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-07T01:04:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The girls' 12U team won their very first game ever this morning, and the first one by any girls all-star team in 12 years.  The girls got me a tournament shirt and they all signed it with their names and uniform numbers.  I was really touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a big fag.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:173776</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-05T14:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T18:54:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T18:54:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know, even 25 years later Iron Maiden songs still rock hard as hell.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:173418</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-05T09:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-05T13:44:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-05T13:44:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Is it worse for the world to think you killed yourself or that you died from auto-erotic asphyxiation?  It's a puzzler, I tell you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:172937</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-04T10:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-04T14:15:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-04T14:15:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The events of this month's issue of &lt;i&gt;The Boys&lt;/i&gt; was a bit unexpected.  I guarantee as a result I will find myself using the word "fotze" at some point when someone pisses me off, however.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:172684</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-03T14:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T18:20:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T18:20:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had forgotten how cool Ministry was back in the day.  Thank you for reminding me, youtube!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:templar569:172490</id>
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    <title>templar569 @ 2009-06-03T08:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T12:56:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T12:56:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spring soccer is killing my softball team.  Killing it.  Two water on the knees and one broken toe later, and I have ten girls now, with two who are complete stiffs (though to be fair at least one of those stiffs is trying *really* hard to improve).  This is terriffic.  I might as well as had these parents take their money and give it crack addicts.</content>
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