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	<title>Comments on: Baseball Musings&#8230;</title>
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	<description>just a boy trying to figure it out on the fly...</description>
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		<title>By: shontell</title>
		<link>http://scoeyd.com/2007/01/12/baseball-musings/comment-page-1/#comment-971</link>
		<dc:creator>shontell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 08:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>BWAAHHAAHHA! sorry. &quot;what do you want?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT PEOPLE TO LEAVE ME ALONE! i WANT PEOPLE TO START THINKING FOR THEMSELVES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No..I mean, what do you waant?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..dog and a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you though Louie (not Louise). I love watching baseball in the stands. Everything about it is goodtimes. It is the only time I love hotdogs. It isn&#039;t their fault, I just disagree with their existance any other time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>BWAAHHAAHHA! sorry. &#8220;what do you want?&#8221;</p>
<p>I WANT PEOPLE TO LEAVE ME ALONE! i WANT PEOPLE TO START THINKING FOR THEMSELVES&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;No..I mean, what do you waant?&#8221;</p>
<p>Oh..dog and a beer.</p>
<p>I am with you though Louie (not Louise). I love watching baseball in the stands. Everything about it is goodtimes. It is the only time I love hotdogs. It isn&#8217;t their fault, I just disagree with their existance any other time.</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://scoeyd.com/2007/01/12/baseball-musings/comment-page-1/#comment-970</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Terrence.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Terrence.</p>
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		<title>By: DenDen</title>
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		<dc:creator>DenDen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>...The one constant through all the years, Louie, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it&#039;s a part of our past, Louie. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again...thus the tear...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;The one constant through all the years, Louie, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it&#8217;s a part of our past, Louie. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again&#8230;thus the tear&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: scoey-d</title>
		<link>http://scoeyd.com/2007/01/12/baseball-musings/comment-page-1/#comment-968</link>
		<dc:creator>scoey-d</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**what a coincidence! I had that same tear rolling down my cheek as i posted this morning!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>true.</p>
<p>**what a coincidence! I had that same tear rolling down my cheek as i posted this morning!</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://scoeyd.com/2007/01/12/baseball-musings/comment-page-1/#comment-967</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think that baseball, for those of use who like it, is something that will always be tied wistfully to childhood. That&#039;s what makes it so hard to continue to be a fan today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the game itself has not changed, the attitudes and actions of the players have. As a result, the media chooses to focus more the on human frailty of those players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#039;s why it&#039;s so much better in person, because when the pitcher steps out onto the mound, the only record you have to hear about is win/loss, rather than his criminal record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**As I write this, know that I have a single tear slowly falling down my cheek, much like the one that can be seen on the faces of transient Indians when drivers throw trash at their feet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think that baseball, for those of use who like it, is something that will always be tied wistfully to childhood. That&#8217;s what makes it so hard to continue to be a fan today. </p>
<p>Although the game itself has not changed, the attitudes and actions of the players have. As a result, the media chooses to focus more the on human frailty of those players.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s why it&#8217;s so much better in person, because when the pitcher steps out onto the mound, the only record you have to hear about is win/loss, rather than his criminal record.</p>
<p>**As I write this, know that I have a single tear slowly falling down my cheek, much like the one that can be seen on the faces of transient Indians when drivers throw trash at their feet.</p>
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