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I was absolutely stunned to hear that Mr. Rogers died today. I gasped, my hand went to my face and I started to cry. Normally, the death of a famous person doesn't have that kind of impact, but most famous people aren't like Fred Rogers. He came into our den every day, transporting me to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, showing me, a little girl with almost no self-confidence, that I could do anything. All I had to do was want it bad enough and believe in myself. He gave that gift to me and to millions of kids like me around the world (not to mention those handy tips on shoe-tying and fashion).

Thanks for being my friend, Mr. Rogers. You helped me discover my own best cheerleader -- myself.

Weekend score: 2-0-1. First, the Sidewinders tied the Blades (or was it the Desert Theives??) and I celebrated by getting good and drunk, starting with the shitty beer at the rink then working up to Gordon Biersch. Yum, I'm still paying for that night! Sunday, Code Red was victorious, 5-3, with Christina scoring 2 (including 1 from the point!) and JeneRae, master of surprises, going end to end, coast to coast, to put one in. I left that game all happy and headed to Logitech to play w/ the A-team. We surprised ourselves by pulling out our second win of the season, which included a phat goal by none other than Chris Dow-tay!, brother of me! Woo!!!

I had a huge test today and honestly have no idea how I did. Right now I'm just happy it's over, even though I have another one tomorrow. School can be a real pain in the pupa. But at least we get to discuss fecal matters in class. No, I'm not kidding.