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He is “The Excellence Of Execution”.  He is “The best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be”.  He is none other than Bret “The Hitman” Hart.  I have read quite a few wrestling books in my day and I have to say that this one is definitely at the top of the list.

First off, if you’re not a wrestling fan you’re probably not going to get the brilliance of this book.  It’s over 500 pages long and the detail that Bret goes into is just short of photographic memory type recall.  He does make a reference early in the book of the fact that he kept a diary of sorts over the years but even still the details that he’s able to provide are amazing.

Bret is one of 12 children and he goes into a ton of back story about the Hart family tree which I really didn’t care for.  One thing that the family history did do is frame quite a bit of the angst that is common toward the end of the book.  While the Hart family is certainly synonymous with the wrestling industry this is a book about Bret.  He goes into a ton of details about his marriage, his family, in-laws, etc.  One thing that shocked me was how cavalier he was about his infidelity when on the other hand he was so adamantly against drug use, etc.

Speaking of drug use Bret really sheds some light on the professional wrestling locker room.  He tells tales of steroids, uppers, alcohol, etc. being used like it was candy.  Not only that, but he pulls no punches.  He names names, talks about how he doesn’t like this guy or that guy, and calls out quite a few people for being bad workers in the ring.  He obviously prides himself on his work ethic and it really comes through during these discussions.

If you’re only a WWF / WWE fan then you’re going to want to skip over about the first 200 pages or so.  Those chapters deal with Bret’s time in Stampede Wrestling and other promotions prior to his arrival in the WWF.  That said, I think you owe it to yourself to read that stuff cause there’s some incredible stories in there.  They really provide a foundation for the wrestler that was The Hitman.

Bret talks very openly about everything from his love/hate relationships with Vince McMahon, Shawn Michaels and Hulk Hogan, to the deaths of his brother Owen and countless other wrestlers.  He provides insight into the wrestling business that I’d never seen before (even though I’ve read more than 20 wrestling titles over the years).  He certainly paints some people in a good light and others he completely trashes.  In fact, as I was reading this I was thinking how awesome it would be to have a “rebuttal” book where people would go through chapter by chapter and respond or defend their actions.  The Vince and Shawn chapters would be AMAZING!!!

He talks openly about his divorce, his time in WCW after he left the WWF, Owen’s tragic death and his stroke.  I found it weird that he only mentioned that Chris Benoit was among those wrestlers that have died (not that he murdered his whole family).  I guess that’s one can of worms that Bret didn’t want to open.

I’m a big wrestling fan so I loved this.  If you’re not a wrestling fan you should probably pass as you’ll never get past the Stampede years.  If you’ve ever been a fan of The Hitman you owe it to yourself to pick this one up.  It’s a long read but it’ll give you more Bret Hart than you ever wanted.

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It’s summertime and that means blockbuster movies of the week!  Last night at midnight, the sequel to Michael Bay’s Transformers hit the big screen.  Already this morning the movie is being absolutely slammed in reviews.  It’s being called slow, plodding, etc.  And I can’t wait to see it!

For those that don’t know, The Transformers are robots that morph (transform) into vehicles and other objects to blend in to their surroundings.  The property first came to us in the mid 80’s as a cartoon and has since spawned three (as of last night) theatrical releases, comic books, toys and and episodic television show.  I’m a child of the 80’s.  I lived for the Transformers.  It was my favorite show to rush home from school to watch.  I had the toys, I went to the movies, I pretended to be my favorite characters.  That’s why I’m going to this movie… cause I have great memories of this franchise and Michael Bay knows it.

The first movie had its flaws for sure.  I couldn’t tell what was going on when robots were fighting other robots.  The human dialog was kind of sappy.  I wasn’t a big fan of the handheld camera views.  But you know what?  I loved it!  I loved the fact that these robots from my childhood were being brought to life on the screen.  I loved the fact that Megan Fox is in there (just cause I think she’s completly beautiful).  I loved the fact that it didn’t try to be anything but what it was – a balls to the wall action movie.  Many of the reviews of Revenge Of The Fallen that I’m reading are bitching about those same things.  If I could get past them in the first film I’m sure I’ll be able to get past them in the second.

Transformers isn’t the only 80’s franchise that’s going to get my money this summer.  G.I. Joe is getting a big screen treatment of its own later this summer.  I’ve been excited about seeing a live action G.I. Joe flick for years and ever since the first trailer showed up during the Super Bowl this year I’ve been counting down the days.

Unfortunately the early reviews of G.I. Joe – The Rise Of Cobra have not been good.  Reports of the worst test screening in the history of the studio, fired directors, rewritten scripts, etc. have been circulating for a while now.  All I can tell you is this: the trailer was awesome and I’ll be there when this one hits the theaters.  G.I. Joe (like The Transformers) defined who I was when I was growing up in the mid 80’s.  I remember going to the theater to see the original G.I. Joe movie and wondering what the hell Cobra-La was.

These movies get made for one reason: Money.  The movie houses KNOW that there are folks out there like me that will flock to the flicks no matter what kind of garbage is put to screen.  Throw in a couple of toy lines to hook the younger kids and you’ve got yourself a billion dollar property.

This geek simply can’t wait.  Autobots… roll out!  Yo JOE!!!

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It’s been a while since I’ve done of of these posts.  I’ve got a couple of things bubbling around in the ol noggin so I figured I’d sit down and write for a while… comments always welcomed.

• Tonight’s poker night for the Cleveland Poker League – that makes me happy.  I hope I play better than I did last game but even if I don’t it’ll still be a good night.
• Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, etc.  These things are here to stay people.  I tried for a long time to stay “off the grid”.  At this point I’m so on the grid that I’ve got grid marks on my ass.  Standard case of “it is what it is”.  Get used to it.
• Amanda’s going to be gone pretty much all day on Saturday so I’ve got Daddy Duty again!!!  I’m guessing it’s won’t be nearly as interesting as last weekend but you never can tell.
• I hope I get to a point in my career one day where I can simply cancel a meeting if I’m late for it.  That would be cool.
• I’ve been thinking for years about getting a tattoo – I’ve always said that when the Indians win the World Series I’d get Chief Wahoo.  Doesn’t look like that’s going to be happening any time soon cause, “they’re shitty again”.  That said I think I’ve come up with a design that just might change my mind.
• SPAM is funny.  Just about every morning I’ve got between 20 and 100 spam comments on this blog.  When will they learn?

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I’m not sure when it happened.  Must have been sometime between when I left Cleveland and arrived in Bloomington.  Plaid became cool.  And not just plain plaid… FLANNEL plaid.

Perhaps it was a carryover from the “grunge” movement that was sweeping the nation but I can tell you this – the majority of the pictures I’ve got from college have SOME plaid flannel in them.

As you can see here, I’m sporting the standard backwards IU cap and I complete the ensemble with a plaid flannel shirt and some sort of fruity looking beer in a house mug.

Wes takes his plaid one step further and goes with a patterned jacket.  Nice touch.

While there’s no plaid or flannel visible for Pip here you can rest assured that underneath his IU sweatshirt the plaid is lurking.

These days I try to keep my flannel to a minimum (only when I’m going lumberjacking).

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In my previous post I detailed the events of Friday and Saturday evening with my boys.  By my count Super Dad (yours truly) was behind in the scoring 2 to 4.  I’d been beaten pretty badly but I hit the ground running on Sunday morning ready for a comeback.

Twitter/Facebook Update
And so it begins…
9:04 AM Jun 14th from TweetDeck

And we’re off. Errands… Dad’s best friend. #fb
10:34 AM Jun 14th from TwitterBerry

I’d purposefully put off this trip till Sunday morning cause I wanted to have a little more time available to us.  We had to make a return out a Aurora Farms and they’ve got a great playground for the boys, a duck pond and a ton of “rides” that G loves.  (As I’m writing that last sentence I realize it sounds eerily similar to “Frank The Tank” in Old School).

As I said, we had a return to make and then my plan was to stick around, play on the playground and let G “drive” some of the cars, planes and trucks.  We made the return with relative ease and it was off to the playground.  The G-man is to a point in his life where he’s fearless.  He’ll climb on anything and always like to take the path of most resistance.  He’s the kid going UP the slide.  Once G’s got something in his mind it’s pretty tough to deter him.  That’s why I was treated to these views pretty much all weekend:

As you can see, G's off to the races.

I swear I was TRYING to keep up.

Our errands were done and the playground was behind us.  It was time for G to “drive” and we’d be good to go with a successful trip behind us.  NOT SO FAST Super Dad — boom.  Accident.  As I did last night at the mall, I scooped him up and we were off to the bathroom.  Luckily I’d replenished our backup underwear and shorts in the truck so we didn’t have to take a ride home with wet clothes.  For those keeping score:

Super Dad 2 – Kids 5.

Twitter/Facebook Update
Oh the stories I could tell. #fb
11:33 AM Jun 14th from TwitterBerry

It might sound like I’m doing a lot of bitching and I definitely don’t want it to come across that way.  I had an absolute blast this weekend.  Sure I had to change a ton of diapers and had to deal with quite a few potty accidents but with kids this cute who can complain?

Twitter/Facebook Update
Fries, rings and shakes. Oh my. #fb
11:48 AM Jun 14th from TwitterBerry

That’s right, I decided on the way home to really up the “dad is cool” quotient and spring for Burger King.  Definitely not something we do on a regular basis but all in all my boys were awesome for me all weekend and I wanted to treat them (not to mention that I’m a sucker for fast food).  Needless to say, they really enjoyed their burger, fries and especially their milkshake!

Super Dad 3 – Kids 5.

After all that I’d been through this weekend I decided to cut my losses and stay at home after naptime.  We had an absolute blast playing with the bubble grill (which G decided he’d use as a blower to go along with his power tool obsession).  C was content to sit with me for a while and try to chew on my sandal.  When he figured out that I wasn’t going to allow that he was off to the races as well and I spent the better part of the afternoon/evening chasing them around the yard.  After the weekend we had it was a great way to end.

After I’d put them to bed I did something that I’ve not done in a long time… I sat in a quiet house and read a book.  I was taping the Indians game so I could zip through it later, the NBA Finals sucked and I was exhausted.  I’ll reiterate again – not sure how Amanda does this on a regular basis.  She’s truly amazing.

Even though I lost the final tally 3-5 I felt like the King of the World.  I’d managed to get through a weekend with no broken bones, didn’t watch too much TV with the boys, managed to win a couple of bucks playing online poker and had a great time doing it all.  The only thing that would have made it better would have been if Amanda was here with us… come home soon babe.

PS – Don’t tell Amanda about these posts… if she thinks I can handle it on my own she’ll get some crazy ideas and be jetting off all the time * gulp *

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First off… This is not going to be a story about drinking with my buddies at the bar.  When I refer to “the boys” in the title here I’m actually referring to MY boys.  If you’re looking for a “drinking with the boys” story, you’ll have to wait a couple of weeks.  My brother is getting married in July and his bachelor party weekend is shaping up to be pretty damn cool.

Amanda was in Denver for a wedding and was away from me and the boys for the first time since they’ve been born (for those of you keeping track that’s over 3 years!)  When I left work on Friday afternoon I really didn’t know what I had in store for me.  Being Super Dad (in my own head) I KNEW that everything was going to be just fine.

Friday Night
Actually this went pretty well.  My folks spent the day with the boys and there were PERFECT for them.  Actually… they were too perfect.   By the time I got home it was just a matter of finishing up dinner and doing bedtime.  Piece of cake.  Actually it was a beautiful evening so we took the dog for a long walk around the golf course. 

After they were in bed I jumped on Full Tilt Poker for some online action – but that’s another story for another blog.  I also got to watch a GREAT hockey game where my Pittsburgh Penguins took down Lord Stanley’s cup… amazing.  I doubt very seriously that the Pirates are going to keep the trend going but right now Pittsburgh is looking like title town!

Super Dad 1 – Kids 0.

Saturday Morning
No grand parent help… Super Dad is on his own.  Had a kick ass breakfast (eggs, bacon, fruit, oatmeal) and we were off and running.  I recently got a crack in my windshield so we had to be home between 8:00 AM and 12:00 PM for that dude to show up.  They called to confirm at around 10:30 and of course I missed it due to a diaper change.  When I called back 3 minutes later he informed me that the technician had been sent to another job and he would be at my house after noon.  Awesome.  So, I packed up the boys and off we went to the bank, UPS, etc.  Drive through… a dad’s best friend.

Twitter/Facebook Update
Day #2 of the “dad and boys alone” experience off to a good start. #fb
8:49 AM Jun 13th from TwitterBerry

After our errands we came home and played for a while before it was time for lunch.  My boys can both eat… BIG TIME.  So meal time can be a pretty drawn out process.  Before I knew it nap time was upon us.

Super Dad 2 – Kids 0.

Saturday Afternoon / Evening
At this point I was cruising right along not really understanding why mom ever had a problem with these guys… they were AWESOME.  We’d been playing, laughing, eating and generally having a great time.  The other shoe just had to drop soon right?  Hell yeah it dropped… big time.  Here are my next four updates (note the times):

Twitter/Facebook Update
On the way to get fitted for tuxedos with the boys. #fb
4:56 PM Jun 13th from TwitterBerry

Well that didn’t work out. #fb
6:54 PM Jun 13th from TwitterBerry

On the way home. Almost bedtime for the boys. Then its time for dad to relax. Not sure how mom does this. #fb
8:51 PM Jun 13th from TwitterBerry

Boys in bed… 2 days down, 2 to go. It’s Miller time!
9:43 PM Jun 13th from TweetDeck

What happened you ask? Well… let me tell you.  As I stated before my brother is getting married in July and G and I are in the wedding.  So, we needed to get measured for our tuxedos.  I’d told him on Friday night that we were going to get measured so he’d know what to expect.  He seemed generally excited to “stand like a statue” and get measured.  So we rolled up to Beachwood Place and tried to find the Men’s Warehouse (which if you’ve never been there is pretty fucking difficult to find – I spent 20 minutes walking around the mall and that was AFTER I looked at the map).  Anyhow, we get in there and are helped by a 18-20 year old dude that has no idea what he’s about to get himself into.  G does pretty well getting measured (while C watched on from his stroller) but then proceeded to unroll about half the ties in the joint.  So, now I’m not only trying to make sure that G is measured properly, but I’m making sure that C isn’t tearing shit apart and I’m trailing behind G re-rolling the ties on the table.  Houston – we may have a problem.

Once the dude got all of G’s measurements it was off to the dressing room.  He proceeded to give us a jacket that I could have fit into.  I looked at him and told him he’d have to go a LOT smaller if we were going to fit the G-man at all.  I told him to give the smallest shirt, jacket, pants and shoes they had.  At this point G was starting to get a bit testy with me.  A couple of jackets and shirts later he was really starting to get pissed and on the third pair of pants he went completely ballistic. (Not sure what part of “give me the smallest” the clerk didn’t understand).  Tears, screaming, and a general 3 year old meltdown.  (For those of you that have never been fitted for a tux, the stores are generally pretty small.  If you think a screaming 3 year old is loud outside, try listening to them in a changing room).

Super Dad 2 – Kids 1.

So we make our way out of the dressing room and it’s time for dad to get measured.  G continues to run around the store so I decided to take action.  I put him on a chair and offer him a bribe if he sits still.  It appears to be working until as I’m getting measured he says, “Daddy I need to go peeps”.  Fuck.  I stop what I’m doing and walk over to him and then I see it… he’s wet.  Dammit.  I can’t really blame him cause he’s 3 and hasn’t had an accident all weekend so Super Dad springs into action.  I swoop him up and tell the clerk that I need to leave ASAP and I’ll be back to take care of my fitting.  I’m obviously trying to get out of the store as quickly as possible but this guys takes THIS time to sell me on the Men’s Warehouse Perfect Fit Rewards program – really?  Do I have “jackass” stamped across my forehead?  Needless to say I declined his sales offer and managed to get out the door without them knowing that my son had just pissed all over their carpet.

Super Dad 2 – Kids 2.

I’m making my way back to the car (which of course has all the way across the mall cause I couldn’t find Men’s Warehouse) carrying G, pushing C and it’s looking like it’s going to rain.  I was carrying G cause I didn’t want him to have to walk around the mall with wet sweat pants but this unfortunately meant that my t-shirt was now soaked as well.  We make our way to the car and it’s just starting to drizzle.

• Right front pocket – no keys.  Hmm… that’s strange, I ALWAYS keep my keys here...
• Left front pocket – no keys.  Maybe I put them here…
• Right rear pocket – no keys.  This isn’t looking good.
• Left rear pocket – no keys.  Oh boy… here come the rain.
• Right cargo pocket – no keys.  Panic setting in, maybe I put them here…
• You get the idea.

I forgot to mention that during the screaming and pissing I’d handed my keys to C to keep him quiet.  He neglected to tell me that he’d placed them on the floor on the way out of the store.

Super Dad 2 – Kids 3.

Once we finally got back to the car I changed G into his spare shorts and underwear and it was off to the grandparents for dinner.  We were there about 20 minutes before I noticed the G-man just kind of “hanging out” on the patio with a weird look on his face.  Yep… accident #2.  At this point I think he’s doing it just to piss me off.  Well, I’d already burned through my backup pants/underwear combo so he was relegated to a diaper for the remainder of the evening.

Super Dad 2 – Kids 4.

Dad asked me what we wanted to drink for dinner.  I informed him that G would have milk, C would have water and I would have bourbon on the rocks.  The rest of the evening was relatively uneventful as we made it home with no more accidents.

As I sat in my chair after the boys were in bed, I watched Kill Bill Volume 2, played some poker, had a beer and reflected on my day.  They had me on the ropes but I was bound and determined to get through it without having them kill one another or me.

To be continued…

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This photo really isn’t all that funny… until you know the circumstances.  The dude with the beer is my buddy Jay.  We were taking in a local WWE show in the Washington area.  We had a few beers – actually, we had more than a few beers.

Jay decided it would be a good idea to put this dude into a headlock and pose for a picture.  Seems reasonable seeing as we were at a “wrasslin” show.  Except for the fact that we didn’t know this guy!  That’s right… Jay is head locking a random here.

I don’t really remember how this turned out, but I know that we didn’t get into a fight that night so dude must have had a pretty decent sense of humor about things.

As you can see from previous posts, I’m a bit of a wrestling geek.  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a show live but looking at this pic makes me want to go back — you never know what you’re going to see!

Got a picture that you’d like to see?  Got one that you don’t want to see (insert evil laughter)?  Let me know.

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Most people don’t go out by themselves right?  More often than not they take a “wingman” (or “wingwoman” as the case may be).

This picture (taken at one of our 406 house parties) shows just why folks go out together – to avoid “guy that dances behind you without you knowing it”.  Luckily this is just Pip behind Whitney but you never can tell when someone’s going to be up grinding on ya without you knowing it.

That being said, I’m guessing that Ms. Whitney just thinks she’s posing for an innocent pic and Pip swooped in when opportunity presented itself.  It just goes to show, you never knew what you were up against when you stepped foot into the hallowed halls of 406 Northlane.

Got a picture that you’d like to see?  Got one that you don’t want to see (insert evil laughter)?  Let me know.

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If memory serves me correctly, this was the first in a long line of “picture of the week” items originally posted on 406Northlane.com.  On the left is yours truly and on the right is my bestest bud Pip.

• Notice the tandem backward hats.  That’s cool people.
• Notice the perfectly trimmed “I’m in college I can rebel” goatee that I’m sporting.  Sa-weet!

This is pure awesomeness.  Pip is sporting a “house beer” shirt that we had made up for when we were hosting a party… class I tell ya.  Pure class.

I’ve got on a standard issue IU hat.  Don’t leave home without it (even when it gets so damn nasty that it will stand up in a corner on its own).

It’s pictures like this that will never let me forget what a dork I was.  (OK fine, I’m still a dork but you get the picture).  Unfortunately I didn’t take a whole lot of pictures throughout my college days but the ones that I do have will be archived on this blog.

Got a picture that you’d like to see?  Got one that you don’t want to see (insert evil laughter)?  Let me know.

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It’s Monday after a busy weekend — time to reflect.

Fun ‘n’ Stuff – A Good Start
I suppose the most logical place to start would be on Friday – afternoon to be precise.  I took the afternoon off to attend the last of the G-man’s 3rd Birthday parties.  We decided to have it at Fun ‘n’ Stuff which in spite of their terrible website is a GREAT place to have a kid’s birthday party.  It had been about 15 years since I took Amanda on a date there (talk about throwing my ‘A’ game!) and they’ve done a TON of upgrading since then.  They now have indoor skating, bungee jumping, bowling and a ton of video games.  The kids had a great time in the bounce house and of course with the pizza and cupcakes.  The staff did a wonderful job and from a parenting perspective it was near perfect – no clean up, minimal setup and the kids pretty much entertain themselves.  The only thing that would have made it better?  Beer.  (Gotta give the nod to Chuck E. Cheese for that one)

The Zoo – Let’s Roll
The boys did us a solid and actually slept in on Saturday morning — awesome.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day so we packed up and off we went to the Akron Zoo.  We decided to buy a pass for the summer so we wouldn’t have to squeeze everything in all in one day.  For those of you that have never been to the Akron Zoo it’s awesome… it’s much smaller than it’s Cleveland counterpart and just about perfect for a quick trip.  The best way I can describe it is it’s the JV to Cleveland’s varsity.  One thing that I noticed… about 99.9% of people at the zoo have kids – lots of kids.  “Sturgis for Strollers” is the way I described it on Twitter.  Simply amazing.  Amanda and I went to the zoo a couple of years ago before G came along and noticed it then, but it really stuck out during this trip.  I’ve also decided that the zoo is an outstanding place for people watching.  In fact, I think I had a better time looking at the people than the animals.

Church – A Big Mistake
After the zoo it was home for nap for the boys (too bad dad didn’t get to partake in that too).  We got everyone dressed and it was off to church with Grandma, Pop & Great Grandpa.  Amanda and I are strong believers in “keep the kids in church rather than in the playroom”.  At least we have been historically.  G decided that this would be a good time to take a tour of the church.  C was good for about 12 minutes and then decided that he’d had enough.  He’s weighing in at about 28 lbs now and I got the good fortune of holding him throughout mass.  Needless to say, my back was hurting on Sunday morning.  (Imagine holding a 30lb weight that doesn’t want to be held for an hour – it’s fun).  Toward the end of mass, the priest (who married Amanda and I and baptized both boys) said, “the mass has ended… go in peace” and I could have SWORN that he nodded toward me as he said it.  So off we went.

Dinner – A Bigger Mistake
All joking aside, the boys were actually pretty good in church.  That said we were simply pushing our luck by going out to dinner afterward.  An hour of church and an hour and a half at dinner is just too much to ask of anyone.  Hell, I needed two drinks to get through it!  Thank God for bread, Goldfish crackers and crayons.  Incidentally… is it too much to ask for a high chair that actually has the straps that work?  My boys simply will not sit still for that long… those straps are there for a reason.  I had to improvise and use my belt.  Thanks to Pop for his quick thinking MacGyver idea.

Sunday – A New Tree & Dinner @ Grandma’s
About a year ago we bought and planted a new tree out front.  Of course it was nearly dead yesterday morning so we decided to see if we couldn’t get a replacement.  Petitti’s was awesome and allowed us to make an even exchange.   One face plant and bloody lip for the G-man later we were on the way home with our new tree.

It was grandma’s birthday yesterday so after nap it was off to her house to celebrate.  A trip to grandma & gagi’s means one thing — mowing.  And edging… And blowing.  As I said in a previous post, the G-man loves all things power tools.  As were were sitting around the dinner table G turned to his aunt and asked, “So… how’s work doing?”  Absolutely precious – he gets me every time.

It was an awesome weekend… busy but damn near perfect.

Next up?  Amanda’s going out of town leaving me and the boys to fend for ourselves… should be interesting!

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