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Fry Day Blog: We're Doomed!!! The Aliens Have Arrived!!!
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Welcome to The Fry Day†Blog

Today dvt fries those who think aliens are just as fake as Santa,

the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy,

and the WWE...

And you thought The War of the Worlds was scary...

This is worse...

Much, much worse...

Aliens have landed in our sports world...

And they are here to stay...

And there is nothing we can do about them...

THEY have upset the apple cart...

What a mess we have on our hands...

This worse than Independence Day, the movie...

Life will never ever be the same...

We look forward to that beautiful day every year...

As Andy Williams once sang...

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

It's the hap, happiest season of all...

Ding dong, ding dong...

And it sure as heck ain't Christmas...

It's the day the world comes to a stop...

And we use our wit...

And we use our wisdom...

We second guess prior to first guessing...

We anticipate...

We predict...

We are Nostradamusses...

But we might as well be Hippopotamusses...

Or Nostra-doofusses...

At least that is what it has come to...

Colonel Mustard strikes again...

We don't have a clue...

Thanks in part...

Actually...

Thanks in full to the aliens...

For many years we kept them away from our precious world...

Occasionally they would creep close...

Only to be swatted by our big fly swatter...

Sprayed by our giant can of Raid...

But the aliens are now immune to anything we throw at them...

They got close last year...

Scary close...

They're scary closer this year...

Ready to take over...

They Have a Dream...

And it's†to take over...

And they may very well do it this year...

We threw Pitt at them...

The aliens prevailed...

We threw Kansas at them...

To no avail...

Let's face it folks...

The aliens are here to stay...

Like it or lump it...

Call them the Mid-Majors...

Call them anything...

Just don't call them late for the dance...

They will strike from the eleventh seed..

Or even the twelfth seed...

And coming soon to†an arena or big screen near you...

You will see a sixteen disintegrate a one seed...

They have their super powers...

They have their krypton...

They are singin' Jim Croce...

They are tuggin' on Superman's cape...

They are spittin' into the wind...

They are pullin' the mask...

Off the ole Lone Ranger...

You better don't mess around with them...

Last year Butler...

This year add VCU...

Next year???

Who knows!!!

Mercy sakes alive...

They have all of us shrugging our shoulders...

How do we do our brackets next year???

Do we act like the office secretary???

And see which coach has the cutest butt???

Those are pretty uniforms...

I think I will pick them...

I just love Bulldogs...

They're so cute...

Might as well...

Now the question...

Who's to blame here???

Why do we have all of this disruption???

Simply put...

Someone put too much water in the concentrate...

See what happens when talent flies the coop...

After the "true" freshman year???

I don't blame them...

I don't blame anybody...

We just gotta live with it...

Get that spare bedroom ready...

The aliens need a place to hibernate until next March...

dvt

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Talking Sports (Openning Day Edition)
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Tags: MLB

Hello, Hello, Hello Happy Thursday but an even Happier Baseball Season. My players are ready to perform with a huge amount of stats. Oh wait thatís fantasy baseball... Letís get it right. The freshness of green grass and the smells of hot dogs at 9 bucks a pop they turn into real wieners. I mean the smell of hot dogs and peanuts $47.50. I mean letís try this again the smell of hot dogs and peanuts in the air. The juice from the ball and the cork of the bat. Wait thatís not right letís try again. I mean the crisp sound of a round ball striking a round bat. And the deafening crack that goes with it.

Just having some fun itís baseball season once again and the fun begins. Who will be the VCU and Butler this year. Are the Red Sox the Jets of MLB already to head to the World Series. Are the Phillies going to be their foe. Both look great on paper but thatís on paper.

Could the Phillies be challenged by the Braves very easily with a Tomahawk Chop. Or will the Marlins prove they are big fish in the pond.† The Mets may have to go and ask

For a bailout because their debt is bigger than the National debt. The Nationals spent lots of cash typical of Washington and they may also get nothing in return which also maybe typical of Washington

†How about the trendy pick of last year in the Central the Brewers(explain to me why they are in the NL). Not if the Reds have their say about anything as the new big red machine emerges.. Will the Cardinals bounce back or will they simply whistle sweet tune.. Will the Cubs grow into Bears or will the remain in habernation. The Astroís will they gravitate to the top or just float harmlessly in space. and will the Pirates simply remain shipwrecked without Jack Sparrow. Itís a Pirates life for me unless your in Pittsburgh.

In the West will the World Champs repeat or will the Padres find some heavenly guidance. Will the Diamondbacks find the Cobra from the San Diego Zoo and spoy some venom bringing the Giants down like Jack cutting the beanstalk. Or will some Sun simply shine down on them in the dessert. Will the Rockies head down a Rocky path one wrong step they could easily turn into an avalanche. Or will the make it to the summit.

In the American League, Hamilton has replaced Walker as the Texas Ranger and will they make it back to get some Justice (Not Dave who is long retired). Will the Angels get some divine intervention and face the padres in a heavenly match in October or will the evil spirits of all hollows eve have other ideas like the Yankees. Maybe the athleticism of the Aís turn into track meet because they always say itís a Marathon and not a sprint. The Mariners seem lost at sea will they find their way. Or will they drift and float.

In The Central Will it be a couple of brothers from the St Paul area our will the Tigers take a bigger bite than they did out of Penn and Teller.. Perhaps the White Sox plan to get in the mix and get a little dirty however not as dirty as the Black Sox because if they were to get that dirty there would need a Bonds to get them out of that bind. We all know there is nothing clean about the Bonds which I refer. The Indians maybe sending smoke signals from help but that wonít come from the Royals because the only ring they will see are the oneís †that Willie and Kate exchange

That brings us back to keeping our Sox on thatís Red Sox but if the Yankees have anything to do with it that Red will be blood. The Blue Jays may swoop in as well as the Orioles who may make a pigeon proud by doing nothing else but pooping on the Red Sox parade. The Rays may also be in this thing because they wonít swim peacefully like Manetas.

No mater your team best of like its baseball season and all seem fresh and bright unless youíre dealing with the local little league.

Other Stuff

Had a great lunch with Sully and Moe, even Mrs. Lanz showed up . You know her as Scout 318 from her TSN Days.

Buzz from the Bleachers
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It's hear once again, Gabbers. Baseball season officially kicks off tomorrow. You'll never find a more sure sign of spring or a more fond reverie. I'm a believer in the spirit and the impact of baseball's history on it's fans. Baseball is made in stories and legends and I look forward to a new season.

Thursday kicks off with a partial schedule of games, three of which can be seen on ESPN or on your FSN affiliate if you live close enough to one of the franchises. Personally, I love the guys that do the FSNDetroit boradcast: Mario Impemba and former Tiger Rod Allen. Rod has a good following here in Detroit and many of my old frat brothers got trashed playing the Rod Allen drinking game while watching the game.

  

Action kicks off with a pair of good games: the Yankees host the Tigers and the Braves at the Nats at 1:05. Of course, you can see the Yanks on ESPN. The Brewers take on the Reds at 2:10. Should be interesting to see what the Reds can do, especially with all the questions and injuries surrounding the Cards. Starting at 4ish, the Angels take on the Royals (who the Tigers open with at home) and the Padres take on the Cards. Cards-Padres will air on ESPN. Opening Day wraps up with the defending champs taking on the Dodgers at 8 on ESPN.

This year, Fox Saturday Baseball will kick off April 2. I always remember spending lazy summer Saturdays as a kid watching This Week in Baseball and then making some hot dogs (boiled, no microwave if I could help it) to watch the game of the week. As a kid growing up without cable, it was my link to televised baseball. Of course, I always had the radio and those Sunday box scores.

On an odd note, I saw a Miguel Cabrerra shot glass for sale. Would make a great gift for my bro. I should buy one for it's ironic value alone. ESPN has also announced that my favorite analyst, Jalen Rose, was involved in a possible DUI. Rose's Escalade was found off the road here in MI with a weary looking Rose still behind the wheel. He refused a breathalyser.

Finally, ESPN was talking about Cleveland today, which lead me to believe that Lebron must've played there. He did and he lost. He got booed. Gilbert wouldn't let his entourage into the parking structure (that's what happens when your boy moves...). I suppose that was a good win for the Cavs and the fans, but it really doesn't change anything. You still have dismal prospects ahead.
 

Though it's a bit long, I'll leave you with a poem by the late, great Ernie Harwell that speaks to the game that we all welcome back tomorrow. Have a great week, Gabbers.

A Game For All America

By Ernie Harwell

Baseball is President Eisenhower tossing out the first ball of the season; and a pudgy schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm. Its the big league pitchers who sin in night clubs. And the Hollywood singer who pitches to the Giants in spring training.

A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from his dugout -- that's baseball. So is the big, fat guy with a bulbous nose running out one of his 714 home runs with mincing steps.

It's America, this baseball. A re-issued newsreel of boyhood dreams. Dreams lost somewhere between boy and man. It's the Bronx cheer and the Baltimore farewell. The left-field screen in Boston, the right-field dump at Nashville's Sulphur Dell, the open stands in San Francisco, the dusty, wind-swept diamond at Albuquerque. And a rock home plate and a chicken wire backstop -- anywhere.

There's a man in Mobile who remembers a triple he saw Honus Wagner hit in Pittsburgh 46 years ago. That's baseball. So is the scout reporting that a 16-year-old sandlot pitcher in Cheyenne is the new "Walter Johnson."

It's a wizened little man shouting insults from the safety of his bleacher seat. And a big, smiling first baseman playfully tousling the hair of a youngster outside the players' gate.

Baseball is a spirited race of man against man, reflex against reflex. A game of inches. Every skill is measured. Every heroic, every failing is seen and cheered -- or booed. And then becomes a statistic.

In baseball, democracy shines its clearest. Here the only race that matters is the race to the bag. The creed is the rule book. Color is something to distinguish one team's uniform from another.

Baseball is Sir Alexander Fleming, discoverer of penicillin, asking his Brooklyn hosts to explain Dodger signals. It's player Moe Berg speaking seven languages and working crossword puzzles in Sanskrit. It's a scramble in the box seats for a foul -- and a $125 suit ruined. A man barking into a hot microphone about a cool beer, that's baseball. So is the sportswriter telling a .383 hitter how to stride, and a 20-victory pitcher trying to write his impressions of the World Series.

Baseball is a ballet without music. Drama without words. A carnival without kewpie dolls.

A housewife in California couldn't tell you the color of her husband's eyes, but she knows that Yogi Berra is hitting .337, has brown eyes and used to love to eat bananas with mustard. That's baseball. So is the bright sanctity of Cooperstown's Hall of Fame. And the former big leaguer, who is playing out the string in a Class B loop.

Baseball is continuity. Pitch to pitch. Inning to inning. Game to game. Series to series. Season to season.

It's rain, rain, rain splattering on a puddled tarpaulin as thousands sit in damp disappointment. And the click of typewriters and telegraph keys in the press box -- like so many awakened crickets. Baseball is a cocky batboy. The old-timer whose batting average increases every time he tells it. A lady celebrating a home team rally by mauling her husband with a rolled-up scorecard.

Baseball is the cool, clear eyes of Rogers Hornsby, the flashing spikes of Ty Cobb, an overaged pixie named Rabbit Maranville, and Jackie Robinson testifying before a Congressional hearing.

Baseball? It's just a game -- as simple as a ball and a bat. Yet, as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. It's a sport, business -- and sometimes even religion.

Baseball is Tradition in flannel knickerbockers. And Chagrin in being picked off base. It is Dignity in the blue serge of an umpire running the game by rule of thumb. It is Humor, holding its sides when an errant puppy eludes two groundskeepers and the fastest outfielder. And Pathos, dragging itself off the field after being knocked from the box.

Nicknames are baseball. Names like Zeke and Pie and Kiki and Home Run and Cracker and Dizzy and Dazzy.

Baseball is a sweaty, steaming dressing room where hopes and feelings are as naked as the men themselves. It's a dugout with spike-scarred flooring. And shadows across an empty ballpark. It's the endless list of names in box scores, abbreviated almost beyond recognition.

The holdout is baseball, too. He wants 55 grand or he won't turn a muscle. But, it's also the youngster who hitch-hikes from South Dakota to Florida just for a tryout.

Arguments, Casey at the Bat, old cigarette cards, photographs, Take Me Out to the Ball Game -- all of them are baseball.

Baseball is a rookie -- his experience no bigger than the lump in his throat -- trying to begin fulfillment of a dream. It's a veteran, too -- a tired old man of 35, hoping his aching muscles can drag him through another sweltering August and September.

For nine innings, baseball is the story of David and Goliath, of Samson, Cinderella, Paul Bunyan, Homer's Iliad and the Count of Monte Cristo.

Willie Mays making a brilliant World Series catch. And then going home to Harlem to play stick-ball in the street with his teen-age pals -- that's baseball.

And so is the husky voice of a doomed Lou Gehrig saying, "I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth."

Baseball is cigar smoke, hot-roasted peanuts, The Sporting News, winter trades, "Down in Front," and the "Seventh-Inning Stretch." Sore arms, broken bats, a no-hitter, and the strains of the Star-Spangled Banner.

Baseball is a highly paid Brooklyn catcher telling the nation's business leaders: "You have to be a man to be a big leaguer, but you have to have a lot of little boy in you, too."

This is a game for America, this baseball! 

Musings From The Hoodwood 3-29
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Tags: NBA NCAA Basketball MLB


 

Greetings from the Hoodwood, where the brackets got wrecked a long time ago.

Is the Carmelo to New York trade overrated?

I’m gonna start with a player that I actually like. Carmelo Anthony. Melo was a player that coming out of high school, had the game to be in the NBA right away. He instead went to Syracuse and led the Orange and long suffering head coach Jim Boeheim to their only national title in 2003. Anthony was selected 3rd in the talent laden 2003 draft by the Denver Nuggets (don’t you think in hindsight, Detroit would love to have a mulligan and pick Anthony ahead of the forgettable Darko Milicic) ahead of such luminaries as Dwayne Wade, Chris Bosh, David West and Mo Williams. Anthony made an instant impact, making the all-rookie team in 2004 and leading the Nuggets to the playoffs every year since his arrival. Anthony became the first rookie to lead a playoff team in scoring since David Robinson in 1990.  Anthony is your classic tweener, big enough to give small forwards and guards trouble but small and quick enough to take a bigger matchup outside the lane and do damage with quickness. Keep in mind that as long as Melo has been in the league 8 years, and won’t be 27 till the day before Memorial Day. Anthony is in his prime.

After 7 years in Denver, it was no secret that Melo wanted a change of scenery as his wife Alani “La La” Vasquez made it clear that she felt that her husband would be better exposed in a larger market. Anthony being Brooklyn born seemed destined to head to New York and the Knicks, the Knicks openly coveted Anthony especially after failing to land LeBron James the previous summer and despite signing Amare Stoudamire lacked a real headliner.

Ok, those are the facts. These are not disputed. The fact is that I think that the Nuggets are better off without Anthony. The Knicks and their fans were giddy after the trade was consummated, but the problem is that the Knicks have no real leader. I take nothing away from the redoubtable Chauncey Billups, another player Ive always liked. But Billups is 34 and has a lot of miles on him, he wont be playing at his top level for too long. It is rare when I agree with the Man-gina that is Colin Cowherd, but he made a statement about Anthony that I agree. “Anthony is closer to Allen Iverson than Kobe Bryant in leadership.” Make no mistake, I like Anthony and more often than not he has proven to be a good guy on and off the court. But I don’t think he is the missing link to a championship, while I mentioned that the Nuggets made the playoffs every year that Anthony was in Denver, they only made it to the Western Finals one time. And the Nuggets don’t seem to be missing Anthony all that much, having a better record of the two teams since the trade. Much was made in the media about the trade, but I think that a better deal should have been made with the Lakers, had Anthony gone west he would have been had less pressure to be "the man" with other bona fide scoring options in Pau Gasol and Lamar Odom and the Lake Show has some guy named Bryant who is pretty good and is the unquestioned leader of the team. Melo would have even placated his wife by being in a high exposure market. But Melo for now is a Knick. But in spite of an inspired performance last night in a win over the Magic I think that Knicks fans are getting a rude wakeup call that acquisition of Anthony will not get them to their title since 1973.

Party Crashers

Speaking of the annoying Cowherd, I know he is having a fit seeing, heretofore unremarkable teams like VCU and Butler crashing the Final Four. Now Butler isn’t the surprise that some are making it out to be, but they are proving that Gordon Heyward was not the end all be all for the Bulldogs. They return to the Final Four for a second straight year with a remarkable tenacity and determination, you can almost bet that the so-called big boy teams are salivating even more heavily to snatch Stevens up and hope that the 34 year old coach can work his magic on them. Speaking of hot commodities Virginia Commonwealth coach Shaka Smart will likely be on the top of every short list of desirable young coaches. The Rams are now the belles of the ball now, two weeks after being lampooned as being unworthy for inclusion to dance are still doing the cabbage patch at the Big Dance having ousted supposedly bigger, better teams. The Rams have beaten teams from the Pac-10, Big East, Big Ten, ACC, Big 12 to earn their trip to Houston. If you’re keeping score that’s five of the six power conferences. Only the SEC has not had a team fall to the Rams and in what would be the ultimate David and Goliath story who could the Rams possibly face in the final if they beat Butler in the national semifinal? Kentucky from the only power conference that the Colonial Rams have not faced, the SEC.

Has anyone fallen out of favor faster than Jimmer Fredette? I mean damn, the so-called experts were practically lining up to give him head three weeks ago and now they are lining up just as fast with the “I told you, he was a buster” talk. Don’t get me wrong, I like Fredette but I wasn’t one that was calling him the next Pete Maravich or Larry Bird. I thought he was fearless shooter who was carrying Brigham Young to heretofore unprecedented heights but as the media tends to do they will build someone up fast just to gleefully take him apart at his first real setback, Im expecting Kemba Walker will be next if UConn doesn’t take the title.

And while Im on the subject, lets get off the whole let’s reseed the final four. Its like the big teams want to get guaranteed to avoid strong teams, but I’ll be honest I didn’t want to see VCU and Butler face off in the semis On one hand its good that a so-called mid major will make the final for the second straight year, but the VCU/Butler game seems like a JV game next to the UConn/UK game.

I can already hear the weeping and gnashing of teeth already by some of these pundits. Some of the elitst fans too who are already rolling their eyes and looking down their collective noses. I heard that the talk 2nd national semifinal between UConn and Kentucky is the real national championship that the winner will invariably punish either the Rams or Bulldogs in the final. Ive already heard wonks like Billy Packer whine that the Final Four should be reseeded to keep UK and UConn away from one another till Monday. These pundits like they did five years ago are whining that these supposedly undeserving teams got into the Final Four by more luck than skill, drive and determination. Butler is getting a whole lot more dap this year than last year simply because they were in Indy not as only the host school but as a regional champ. But the fact remains that these pundits will have to have to do some work this week in Houston. They will have to figure out where Virginia Commonwealth University is. (Its in Richmond) Who their go-to players are  They do know that their coach is Shaka Smart and they are already touting him for a big name job (Missouri and Providence are two that come to mind) Sorry writers, no goofing off in the Houston skripper clubs, no taking in the NASA control center. You will have to work!

By the way, when is Bill Self going to start taking some static for not being able to beat teams from these so-called mid-majors? Northern Iowa, Bradley, Bucknell and VCU are all once lightly regarded so-called mid-major teams that have knocked Kansas off in the past few years under Bill Self. Had a shot by Stephon Curry of Davidson went down in the 2008 regional finals, Kansas would have the title of biggest annual chokers in the NCAA’s

Phat Dap/Head Slap

Phat Daps

Kemba Walker…nuff said…he’s a beast, Brittany Griner of Baylor…40 points in the sweet 16 to will her Bears to a win. And the incomparable Maya Moore of UConn who just keeps playing at another level to keep the Huskies on track to defend their national title. But the Phattest dap has to go to Notre Dame's women's basketball team who had lost their past 20 meetings with perennial powerhouse Tennessee before coming up aces in a 73-59 win that sends them to the Women's Final Four. 21st time's the charm for the Irish.

Head Slap

To Buck Showalter skipper of the Baltimore Orioles, a manager who has never been a favorite here in Hoodwood for his idiotic comments about Derek Jeter saying that he jumps away from more inside pitches than any other player. ESPN did some research and found that Jeter actually gets called for more inside strikes than any other MLB player. Showalter also lambasted Red Sox GM Theo Epstein saying that he would like to see Epstein win with the Tampa Bay Rays payroll. And exactly how World Series rings do you have there Buck? Last I counted Jeter has five and Epstein two, which is seven more rings than you. I know Showalter is trying to pump his team up but it makes no sense to try to do so at the expense of teams that have been consistent playoff contenders for the past 15 years. Showalter has always been good at shooting his mouth off and he is in midseason form already

 

That’s the view from the Hoodwood, until next post fellow sports fans!

Thoughts From the Couch -- 03.28.11
Category: Daily Blog 2.0

Thanks to the unusual developments over the weekend in the NCAA tournament, my brackets are completely shot to shit. What's even more puzzling, however, is the fact that I couldn't be happier.

For the first time in I don't even remember, I am actually excited about watching the Final Four. Only one of the four teams remaining was expected to last this long by the "experts" (UCONN), and one of the four teams wasn't even supposed to be invited to the tournament at all (VCU). To me, the unexpected nature of the final four teams remaining is what makes this tournament so damn special, and we finally have a 50% chance that a team no one thought would even sniff a championship could win the whole thing, and even though it doesn't look good for our brackets, it's about time that the NCAA tournament has a flair for the dramatic to it.

Do me a favor: take your bracket, and throw it in the trash. Go ahead and do it. I did, and you need to do it too if you want to enjoy these next three games. Besides, if you don't already have the whole damn thing memorized by now you shouldn't even be messing with it in the first place.

And while you're at it, I want you to hop on to VCU's bandwagon (unless you're a fan of one of the other three teams). VCU is the perfect team to win this tournament. Think about it. They weren't even supposed to be there, and now they're one game away from the chance to win the whole thing? Who would have ever thought it would happen? I sure as hell didn't. In both my brackets, I had them losing to Georgetown in the first round (oops, it's the second round now). Boy, was I wrong. Not only did they do away with Georgetown, but they gave early exits to Purdue, Florida State, and Kansas as well. All this happened after they beat USC to get into the field of 64, of course. We can't leave that part out. They had to play one more game than any of the other three teams that are left in the national semi-finals, and yet they're the team to beat, if you ask me. (Of course if you would have asked me two weeks ago, I would have said "who in the hell is VCU?", but that's another story for another day.)

Back to this bandwagon thing. I don't know about any of you, but I hope VCU beats Butler. I hope they run them out of the gym. I hope they survive one more night and take out whichever team wins the other game too. Even though UCONN is still alive and is the pick I made to win the whole thing in one of my brackets, I don't even care anymore. I can't win the bracket challenge, and I honestly just want to see some good basketball for a change, and VCU winning the championship gives me the ability to do that.

So what if I'm not a VCU fan? So what if I had never heard of them before the tournament started? So what? That's what this tournament is all about. It's about finding those diamonds in the rough that no one else thought were good enough, and seeing them shine on the big stage when they're put in the face of adversity. They have a strong belief that they're good enough to hang with the big boys, and they sure as hell have proven over the last two weeks that they do have what it takes to play in the same gym as the "good teams". Don't believe they belong? Just ask Kansas, who took them for granted yesterday and ended up with a one way ticket back home.

If anyone would know what to expect from VCU it would be Butler, since they're the ones who did this exact same thing last year, but for some reason I don't believe that Bulter knows what they're getting themselves into. Let the Kansas game be a warning to you Butler. You may have been the darling of the ball last year, but this year you're just another team that's standing in VCU's way of accomplishing their dream of winning the NCAA tournament. Don't be surprised if they knock you off the stairway en route to grabbing that glass slipper, and don't say I didn't warn you.

Well guys, that's all I have for this week. Feel free to add any thoughts you have in the comments section below. Thanks for reading, and now I'm off to take more sinus medication. These pine trees need to stop fucking so I can breathe again, but that's another story for another day.

Until next Monday...

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