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Disappointment in the Human Race
Added: August 10 2004
It's been so long that I logged in to update this site that, for a second, I thought I'd forgotten my username/password. Ouch. Strangely, even with all of the recent political debating, I can't say I've had that much to talk about. Hence the silence here. But one thing that happened last night disturbed the hell out of me.
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Montreal 2003: Prologue
Added: August 11 2004
My life is pretty dull. It's rare that I branch beyond the daily routine. I live a fairly solitary existence, so it's hard to come up with reasons to do things beyond the ordinary, and I'm generally okay with that. But, every once in a while, something cool and entirely unexpected pops up on the horizon. And tomorrow (the 12th) marks a year since the beginning of one of the most seriously memorable.
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Montreal 2003: Day One
Added: August 12 2004
Wednesday, August 13th, 2003. Chris fumbles through Hartsfield, stumbles into Montreal, and learns the joys of Canadian currency, gas prices, and taxes.
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Montreal 2003: Day Two
Added: August 13 2004
Thursday, August 14, 2003. The tournament gets underway, and everyone discovers just how isolated we are from the rest of the world. And Chris sees Jesus floating in the heavens.
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Montreal 2003: Day Three
Added: August 14 2004
Friday, August 15, 2003. Chris works his magic in building a Beer Garden, then feels the karma of not having had to make any major calls in the previous day's play. Where's the Jesus Balloon when you need it?
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Montreal 2003: Day Four
Added: August 15 2004
Saturday, August 16, 2003. We survive a long day of games and shift north to Montreal, but not without a harrowing drive (or three).
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Montreal 2003: Day Five
Added: August 16 2004
Sunday, August 17, 2003. The tournament finishes with some amazing games, some contested calls, a crazy game of flutter guts, and a familiar face (or back) on the evening news.
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Montreal 2003: Day Seven
Added: August 18 2004
Tuesday, August 19, 2003. It's a nice, quiet, boring morning before heading to the airport for my flight home. At least, that's what's supposed to happen.
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