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	<title>Comments on: Awesome Movie Review: Bottom of the Ninth</title>
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	<description>rock on</description>
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		<title>By: John</title>
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		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
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		<description>When you hear someone complain about not getting a job because of rape accusations, what exactly does that remind you of?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When you hear someone complain about not getting a job because of rape accusations, what exactly does that remind you of?</p>
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		<title>By: shawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>shawn</dc:creator>
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		<description>Hearing The Count tell his tale brought back bittersweet memories of my idyllic mid-twenties, a time when I could drive down to the local multipurpose sports field and bask in the wholesome glory of a classic, All-American game of baseball, complete with the tobacco-addicted manager and a pitching coach who says things like, &quot;Teams knew I spent two years in prison, but they didn&#039;t know the whole story.&quot;  Also, when The Count was in the dugout, talking to a player about how he had no furniture in his new apartment, it brought back memories of a time when &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had no furniture in my apartment.  Oh, if only I could return to those simpler times, when I had no dining room table.  I really hate my dining room table.</description>
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