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It's been almost two years since I drank the Kool-Aid.  And I'm not dead yet. The details are a little hazy, but I'll do my best to share this story.

I'm certain my glass had an adult refreshment in it.  After all, it was a mid-summer evening and we had joined our friends for a bonfire. This would be one of those "lying sack of poop" campfires where friends relax and share stories, tall tales and dreams.

The baseball season was over for the kids. The parents, particularly the volunteer parents, could finally relax and unwind.  But balls and strikes, outs and umps were still fresh in our minds. 

A couple years earlier, our neighbour Cindy's daughter's fastpitch association had a pretty skookum website.  But it could have been better.

So, they made an attempt to take the site to a new level.

The result was disastrous, more than a couple of steps backwards.

"You know... I hate our website" was the campfire comment from Cindy. "This guy has just destroyed our site."

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