<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:34:46.473-04:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='ARK'/><category term='Willy'/><category term='plans'/><category term='North Ridgeville'/><category term='Wife'/><category term='Cubs'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Earth Hour'/><category term='Wedding Bliss. reunion'/><category term='Wedding Bliss. Happiness'/><category term='Cleveland Browns'/><category term='Bride'/><category term='Fans'/><category term='rivalries'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='school'/><category term='America'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='workouts'/><category term='Fanhood'/><category term='postseason'/><category term='Mr. President'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Election'/><category term='Anniversaries'/><category term='Earth'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='playoffs'/><category term='Global warming'/><category term='Amanda'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='ohio state michigan'/><category term='lifting'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Legacy'/><category term='Cleveland'/><category term='High School'/><title type='text'>The Thoughts of a Past Pessimist that turned into an Optimist one day in High School</title><subtitle type='html'>It all started with a look......And the luck to have an ounce of optimism</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-4926589103903398430</id><published>2010-10-10T20:02:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:49:02.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>A Modern Day Love Story!! 2+2+4 and Counting</title><content type='html'>For the friends that know us hear is a little insight about the beginning. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story starts about 8 years ago.  This starts in a little place called North Ridgeville Ohio. I saw this beautiful girl in the hallway. And I though to my self that I would love to get to know that girl. It was kind of nice that I had friend that had a locker next to hers and also a class with her. This girl was a transfer to this school from a different place. I have never seen this girl before our junior year in high school. I saw her and I immediately had to talk to her.I thought that she was amazingly HOTT!!. The problem with me talking to her was that I am really really shy when I get out of my comfort zone (surprising to those that know me well). The good thing was that I had a friend that was in the same class as hers and I had a study hall right next door to where she was taking class. The ironic thing was that I went to my coaches room which is right next to the math class she was taking a makeup test at. I had a crazy feeling that it just felt right and that I was going to spend the rest of my life with this girl. We  hit it off and had tons of stuff in common. It is really crazy to think that 7.5 years into our relationship And 4 years into our wonderful marriage I think that I love that girl more know than I did back than. My feelings have never changed for her. We have gotten more mature and thus our feelings and love for one another has gotten more loving and deeper as well.  Fast forward to December 2004, we have been together almost 2 years and I figured it was time to make our future "official" so I pick out a ring, took her father to lunch, planned a perfect date in Downtown Cleveland and ask this beautiful girl to marry me, in front of a crowd in Downtown Cleveland in the winter in front of the Christmas tree in public square after that we take a perfect carriage ride around downtown Cleveland to put a perfect ending to an already perfect night. October 14, 2006 is a date that I will remember forever. This is the day that my life really became complete. I married my best friend, my LATA, my wife. It was a perfect fall day with love and friends all around. That day will be a day that will forever be engrained in my mind. Did I mention that she made a really hott bride!!  Let's fast forward again 4 more years. On this week of our 4th wedding anniversary, I am constantly reminded of how beautiful my wife is inside and out. She always makes me fell like the most important person. Its amazing how fast 4 years of marriage flies by let alone 8 years. Amanda makes it so easy to love her. It has been on heck of a journey that we have both been on together. I want to thank my LATA for making this journey so much fun. I look forward to many more anniversaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-4926589103903398430?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4926589103903398430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=4926589103903398430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4926589103903398430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4926589103903398430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/10/modern-day-love-story-224-and-counting.html' title='A Modern Day Love Story!! 2+2+4 and Counting'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5098312125995106024</id><published>2010-06-14T20:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:16:29.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24+ years of Perspective</title><content type='html'>One the eve if this remarkable journey i am going to take you through what i have learned in the past 25 years (yes that's right I'm only 25). i feel like i have accomplished so much in the first two and a half decades i have been on this earth. I have experienced joy, misery, defeat, happiness, pain, heartache, and love. I have learned about critical things in my life that have made me the person that I am today. I have learned many things in Life i am going to try and elaborate on a few of them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Failure is only an option if you don't try. I used to be afraid to fail in my life but than if you don't try and take a risk than you are really a failure for not trying new things. When people would ask me what i was most afraid of i would say failure But now i realized it is just the Failure to try to take a risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Friends- some will leave some will stay. the ones that are real stick around through the good and the bad and know everything about you and still talk to you like you are "fairly" normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Love- Love is a risk that every person should make. Because if you miss out on love you will miss out on Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Next three are the most critical ones that i have learned about, some of these are always going to be a work in progress but its a goal that is worth working towards that will make you feel like you can actually grasp life and get a lot out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Fun- You can not go through life working yourself to death. That's not Fun. If you cant finish it today finish it tomorrow (Thanks Frank). Life is to short to have a dead line especially when our life is full of them. Try and do something new with a friend or a spouse, girlfriend even by yourself. Try something new once a month. It may feel forced and weird at first but you will warm up to the idea. Pretty soon you will be looking for different things to do and everything that you do will be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) PPT- (power of positive thinking)- this is my own little creation. One day I thought to myself, Self what can I do to make people's day better? Ding Ding, I thought whats a better way than to show everyone that positive energy is a good thing to have and that it really does do a better good than frowning. I go through the day and when anybody asks me how are you? I say I'm great its beautiful outside isn't it? and they get kind of taken back by that. It's a really good feeling to know that just by smiling and being positive it really makes the day go by a lot better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Faith- This is the one that i am still working on ( well i guess everyone is working on this one until that point in time comes). But i have seen amazing things happen when you have faith, I have seen a lot of broken people pick them self up just be believing and getting there life back on track. I have seen people fall hard from not having any faith and thinking that they can do with out. They were wrong i was wrong before i got baptized. My life never would have turned out the way that it did if it wasn't for the day I got baptized I am still a work in progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the Next twenty five years of my life are as fun and fulfilling as my first twenty five were. Thanks, and always remember PPT (Power of Positive Thinking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS if you didn't get it My Birthday is June 15th. Thanks again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5098312125995106024?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5098312125995106024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5098312125995106024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5098312125995106024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5098312125995106024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2010/06/24-years-of-perspective.html' title='24+ years of Perspective'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7989714417580625968</id><published>2009-10-09T23:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:36:50.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Bliss. Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>3 years and a whole lot of fun.</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that it is that time of year again. that time where the air smells just a little bit different the tree in your yard looks a little bit oranger and barer with each passing day. Its that time of year where the shorts and flip-flops get put away and the jeans and sweatshirts get put on. This is that time of year for everybody else. For me this time is all those things but for me it is just a little bit more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         This Wednesday Oct. 14 I will be CELEBRATING my 3rd wedding anniversary. My Lata and I have spent the Last year growing with each other on our relationships with god each other and everyone around us. My Lata is truly a blessing in my life. With out her in my Life I would not be the person i am today. Our wedding anniversary is a very special time for me because we get to reflect on the last year in particular but get to touch base on the past 3+ years as well. Amanda has always been my biggest fan and i cant give her enough credit but she has been there through these past twelve months right by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Someone once said that Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well whoever said that is a smart man because, when I spent nine days apart from my wife. I can honestly say that those 9 days were brutal not like I didn't know what to do but the fact that i was alone at night for the first time in our marriage for more than 1-2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      In the three years that we have been married we have Done and accomplished so much. we Moved To NC, She got a new job (twice), Saw the Mountains, The Beach. Mickey and Minnie, Buzz, Dolphins with some friends, Ran a Half Marathon, Got a dog,Saw the Mall and Abe, Said I love you Everyday, Thought about the small things, Reminisce about the old times, bought a house, met a whole lot of people we love, and saw new life come into this world. It has been a wonderful 3 years and I know that we will enjoy many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      This Anniversary is really special to me because it gets us closer to our goal 60 years. I hope that 60 years from know that she knows i will be as madly in love with her as i am right know as she reads this post. I love you my LATA have a wonderful Day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7989714417580625968?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7989714417580625968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7989714417580625968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7989714417580625968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7989714417580625968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-years-and-whole-lot-of-fun.html' title='3 years and a whole lot of fun.'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-1405257254692822123</id><published>2009-10-04T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:00:37.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new office 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/Ssko8hSZfuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G9dmZsB4z_Y/s1600-h/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/Ssko8hSZfuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/G9dmZsB4z_Y/s320/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/Ssko9HUKWrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MyAY52VrZbw/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/Ssko9HUKWrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MyAY52VrZbw/s320/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/Ssko9bfyWpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZO-W6tkrImM/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/Ssko9bfyWpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZO-W6tkrImM/s320/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; 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I am boring without her she is half of me. This is the longest we have been apart in 6 years together. Crazy I know but i miss her after only three days. Its not really the days its the nights after i get home from work and am relaxing for the evening I don't have that pretty face that looks at me just like she did 6 years ago. a face that i still see till this day. I hope that I never take that face or our time for granted. So tonight is the first night that I cannot sleep when we are apart. Know don't get me wrong i get up early for work and by the time 9 even 10 o'clock comes i am really trying to keep my lids open. I just hope that Monday comes faster than I think it will. I love you babe have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7199012435248157619?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7199012435248157619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7199012435248157619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7199012435248157619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7199012435248157619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/09/tonight-is-night.html' title='Tonight is the Night'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-1030449248737677715</id><published>2009-08-23T16:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:49:46.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would you be!!!!</title><content type='html'>Where would you be in your life without that "one" person. You know that one person that made a difference in your life. That one person that would always tell you that what you're doing is probably not a good idea. That person where without them you don't know where your life would have ended up. I can honestly say I don't know where in my life would be without that's right my wife Amanda. I definitely don't know where I would be in my life and where I would be living or working for that matter. I would not even be working for this company if it wasn't for Amanda and her family. She has been such an inspiration to me in my walk of faith and my professional life. If it wasn't for Amanda then I definitely would not be in the position that I am in right know I would not have a house and I would not be married to such an amazing women. so for that I am truly grateful that she was taking a test in the hallway next to me. She has been so encouraging to me to go for my dreams and to excel at the highest level. She has always been my biggest fan and someday I hope to return the favor. her family has been so wonderful as well without them i wouldn't know what real compassion and true love really was. They really helped mold me into the man I am today. My family did things for me that no one else ever could/will. they showed me things not to do. it is kind of the polar opposite if what I was talking about before. some people in my family are alcoholics, some family members lost their jobs because of that. One of my family members married for money. He's now divorced (for the third time). most of these things are bad but I'm definitely not going to lose my job due to alcohol or even become an alcoholic because i have seen first hand what it can do to a family. Family is everything and i love all of my family and i am glad they are my family because with them i would not be Michael Baumann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-1030449248737677715?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1030449248737677715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=1030449248737677715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/1030449248737677715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/1030449248737677715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-would-you-be.html' title='Where would you be!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-4343190199572775589</id><published>2009-07-20T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:23:36.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception on the Future!!!</title><content type='html'>Most of you that know me know that I do not hold that precious college degree. I don't know why I never got it right out of high school. wait yeah I do I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life except be with my than girlfriend (who is now my wife) and work. I guess I never really had a passion for school or what it had to offer. I didn't want to just get a college degree because that is what you do after high school. If I ever so chose to get my degree it would have to be for something that I am really passionate about and can see my self doing for the rest of my life. It would have to be something that i would not call a job but my "destiny" or my "dream". Well folks I believe I have found that it factor that I have been searching for. A Mighty business Degree with a sports Management Minor to go along with it. that means I will be able fulfill my dream of working for a professional sports team. This decision has been three years in the making and my wife asking me what i want to do later in life (which i have yet to thank her for). this seemed like the perfect road for me to go down. If you know me well than you know that i love sports with a passion not just one or two but a lot or different ones. this is just what i am looking for. maybe i will even be able to work for that mighty four letter network. This will take a lot of time and effort on my part and a lot of sacrifice on Amanda's part. but in the end it will all work out for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-4343190199572775589?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4343190199572775589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=4343190199572775589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4343190199572775589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4343190199572775589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/07/perception-on-future.html' title='Perception on the Future!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-20476436327616399</id><published>2009-07-12T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:14:53.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda's Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SlpSS9Y2YzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mq5-2aEoQ_c/s1600-h/100_2026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SlpSS9Y2YzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mq5-2aEoQ_c/s400/100_2026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is sports related but i would appreciate it if you guys could read this and leave a comment or two when i update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://sportsporch.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6808558223604815901?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6808558223604815901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6808558223604815901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6808558223604815901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6808558223604815901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-is-new-blog.html' title='Here is a new blog'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7347787341663613868</id><published>2009-01-27T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:14:52.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>This is my new sports blog Check it out if you want.&lt;br /&gt;http://sportsporch.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7347787341663613868?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7347787341663613868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7347787341663613868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7347787341663613868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7347787341663613868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7488039747308072588</id><published>2009-01-26T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:54:59.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A fans perspective on steroids</title><content type='html'>I am a fan of all sports especially Football and Baseball which are the two most talked about sports for steroids and HGH. Steroids in sports are illegal and i know that and these players know that as well. The best time to watch baseball was when Slammin Sammy and Mark Mcgwire were hitting homer for homer in 1998 both eclipsing Roger Maris's unheralded record of 61 homers in a single season. For me that was fun seeing all those home runs hit. I know that they test players for steroids know and there still isn't a test for HGH. The "steroid era" lasted until 2007 when Barry Bonds was indicted on charges. I know that some of the records that were broken in the ten years the"steroid era" are tainted and need to go in a different chapter in the history books. MLB didn't test for steroids heavily until 2006 and they still don't have a test for HGH but it is still Banned. Why should players get in trouble for using a banned substance when thy don't even have a test for it yet. that's like saying you cant drink and drive but if you do and get caught were not gonna give you a breathalyzer. From 2006 on I think that anyone who does fail a test needs dire consequences. anyone before than needs to fess up if you were on the Mitchell report and be forgiven. Sports fans are the most forgiving people. Tell us and get it over with, look at what is happening to Roger Clemens and Barry Bonds. The steroid era was fun to watch but the post steroid era is going to be more competitive and more on a level playing field. I am very excited about what the future holds in this post steroid era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7488039747308072588?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7488039747308072588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7488039747308072588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7488039747308072588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7488039747308072588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/fans-perspective-on-steroids.html' title='A fans perspective on steroids'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-4660031080604884864</id><published>2009-01-25T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:35:55.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cinderella story</title><content type='html'>Do you remember in October the World Series that had two of the most unlikely teams in it? do you remember what teams they were. To refresh your memory it was the Philadelphia Phillies and the Tampa Bay Rays. One of these teams has never been to the World Series let alone even making it over the .500 mark. Why was it such shock to the world. Because they did it with a small payroll of only 48 million dollars and than beating a team like the Redsox no less. But I believe the Rays and the Redsox have figured out the winning formula. Know don't get me wrong comparing the Redsox to the Rays is like comparing apples to oranges you just cant do it. my point is they do it with youth. They don't need a meat head that is on HGH to hit fifty home runs for them and will only play in 90-100 games. They need the youth that can give you 20-30 home runs a years and play 140-150 games a year. Know i know having a big bat helps especially in the playoffs but so does pitching and being a young pitcher. Take David Price for the Rays he was the number pick in the MLB draft and he almost single handily got the rays to the World Series. With the History of the Cardinals hanging in the balance of what is happening on Sunday. The Arizona have been statistically one of the worst franchises in the NFL since they have been in Chicago than St. Louis and than finally settling in Arizona. The Cardinals Last Championship was in 1947 not in the Super Bowl Era. Since their only championship they have really been irrelevant in the NFL. In the six-plus decades since winning the championship in 1947, the team has qualified for the playoffs only six times and has won only five playoff games, three of which were achieved during their on going run in the 2008-09 playoffs. Not a great stat to have going into this Super weekend. If they win than can history repeat itself and will it be another 67 years before another championship comes to Arizona. Its kind of nice when the underdog prevails from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-4660031080604884864?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4660031080604884864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=4660031080604884864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4660031080604884864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4660031080604884864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella-story.html' title='A Cinderella story'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7912665398356816207</id><published>2009-01-22T18:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:46:43.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><title type='text'>Take it as you will</title><content type='html'>What does it mean to be an american in your eyes. Is it waking up free everyday, is it having the choice to read what newspaper, is it the fact that we can go anywhere in the united states and see anything and nobody says a thing. Being an american to me is seeing kids on the side of the road selling lemonade, having the opportunity to take a different job that will benefit your family. Being an american is also about living the dream. everybody's dream is different. Some people want to be millionaires, some want to be business owners or homemakers. Other people want to retire to an island or for some people they are already living the american dream. They have what they need a roof over their head and a loving family. So in 2009 i want you to think about if you are living YOUR american dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7912665398356816207?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7912665398356816207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7912665398356816207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7912665398356816207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7912665398356816207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-it-as-you-will.html' title='Take it as you will'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-46755681019689687</id><published>2009-01-20T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:53:27.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. President'/><title type='text'>Out w/ the old in with the new</title><content type='html'>Welcome to 2009 (late but better late than never). I hope that 2009 brings all that you have wished and worked hard for in the new year. There are so many changes happening this year people getting married, couples having kids. The good thing about the new year is that you can almost start from scratch. there are certain things that you can forget about when that clock strikes 12. Today history was made with the inauguration of Barack Obama as our 44th president of The United States. Mr. Pres. has a tough task in front of him these next four years. i think that whether or not if we like him or not we need to support him and in four years if we don't think he has done a good enough job. than we elect somebody new. We all need to help Mr. Obama out these next four years. Good Luck MR. President and god speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-46755681019689687?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/46755681019689687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=46755681019689687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/46755681019689687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/46755681019689687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-w-old-in-with-new.html' title='Out w/ the old in with the new'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-139746978004278089</id><published>2008-12-29T16:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:52:09.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IS IT ROCK BOTTOM</title><content type='html'>Is the Detroit lions going 0-16 rock bottom for the state of Michigan? i really hope so. Michigan has had the shortest end of the stick since this whole "recession" started its always something in Detroit. i think that they have hit rock bottom by going 0 for whatever. the only way to go know is up. Right know in this point in time i don't think that they are the worst team in the NFL right know.  Detroit always get the bad wrap for having the worst economy and the worst weather, the worst sports teams. i have a feeling that this is what is going to  pull Detroit out of the worst of it. I am probably being very naive about this whole thing but really can they get any worse? they can lose any more games in a single season. They only have up to look up down is not an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-139746978004278089?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/139746978004278089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=139746978004278089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/139746978004278089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/139746978004278089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-rock-bottom.html' title='IS IT ROCK BOTTOM'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6295175631978957763</id><published>2008-12-29T12:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:17:28.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland Browns'/><title type='text'>Ending of an era and the turning of the page!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>As of this morning on Monday December 29, 2008 there is know a new era in Cleveland browns football history. That 's right folks Romeo Crennel got the boot after a 4-12 record and failed to win the last six games of the season. To be fair i know that it is not all of his fault but you cant fire an entire team. if you could than anybody not on the ir should get fired. The head coach always has his head on a chopping block. He is the first one to go when the team seems to move backwards instead of forwards. As a true sports fan i feel like romeo got a raw deal in the fact that he did what he could with what he had. three qbs get hurt two are on the ir your best receiver had a staph infection that nobody knew about. Your general manager brings in the right personnel but with a guy that cant capitalize on the talent that he has it is very hard to put together a winning strategy and let alone great team chemistry. Phil Savage also got his pink slip he actually got his before the season finale on Sunday. Who is going to be the next browns coach. Definitely not Bill Cowher who played and coached in Cleveland before going to the steelers. I think somebody with head coaching experience is a must. The Cleveland fans are to prideful to have another offensive coordinator come over and not know what to do the first three years he is hear. A college coach will not suffice either because this is a totally different game than the ones they play in the FBS. just go ask Butch Davis or "Nick I'm not going to Alabama Saban". In my opinion the Browns have the right players they just don't have the right dog running their pound. In my mind i think that the browns will look back at their history of coaches and will get a good idea of what coach they want to pursue. (Marty Schottenheimer) until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6295175631978957763?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6295175631978957763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6295175631978957763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6295175631978957763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6295175631978957763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/ending-of-era-and-turning-of-page.html' title='Ending of an era and the turning of the page!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-4280421711520456232</id><published>2008-12-25T23:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:48:25.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing What I Know</title><content type='html'>Here is what i know I am a die hard Cleveland sports fan why you ask? The answer to that question will always be a little blurry. but this year the city of Cleveland has hope for a championship not the Browns or the Gladiators or even the Indians but the Cleveland Cavaliers have the chance to put Cleveland on the map and make this city in to a true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believeland&lt;/span&gt;. The NBA season could be bitter sweet for fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clevelanders&lt;/span&gt; as we may see greatness slip by us once again. after the 2010 season &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lebron&lt;/span&gt; becomes a free agent and "wants to be a global icon" will probably move to New York and play for the newly acquired by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Knicks&lt;/span&gt; (currently an owner of the nets).  The bright side is that Dan Gilbert said he will match any offer by any team to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lebron&lt;/span&gt; in Cleveland. That is what i know. So in 2010 it could be abright Year or a really dark year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-4280421711520456232?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4280421711520456232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=4280421711520456232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4280421711520456232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4280421711520456232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/writing-what-i-know.html' title='Writing What I Know'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7196385319153441865</id><published>2008-12-25T23:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:34:00.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>Sorry to the three people that read this. I have not had any interesting thoughts lately or when I do I don't know how to type them out. I suppose that I have writers block. I have alot of ideas but when I start typing my mind goes blank. I think about what i am going to say and than when I get home ready to type nada. My blank slate stays  a blank slate for another day. I don't want to force any writing out because than that is unnatural. I write what i know and very rarely do i not have any thing to say. If anybody has any advice about writers block please pass it along. Thanks and Merry Christmas. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7196385319153441865?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7196385319153441865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7196385319153441865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7196385319153441865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7196385319153441865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2014057868672737462</id><published>2008-12-22T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:59:55.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OIC!!!!</title><content type='html'>if anybody who reads the title of this and knows what it means than we need to talk. This is the phrase Cleveland sports fans have been saying since 1964 that's Right almost 45 years since we  have had any type of championship. OIC means Only In Cleveland. Cleveland is know the most tortured sports. There even more tortured than Detroit at least they have the pistons and the red wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2014057868672737462?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2014057868672737462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2014057868672737462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2014057868672737462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2014057868672737462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/oic.html' title='OIC!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2764727987630156600</id><published>2008-12-10T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:00:00.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about for you?</title><content type='html'>Christmas is only 15 days away and i want to get some thoughts about what it means to you and to your family. Christmas before i was married was about getting gifts that i wanted and getting the best things. know that i have been married i have realized that that all those wants are just things and in the end we will have the greatest present ever eternal life. But besides all that Christmas is not about the gifts for me i could care less if i have gotten any or not its about the expression on my wife's face when she opens her presents on Christmas day. Gift giving is my "gift". I don't really like receiving gifts because i have a bad expression for opening gifts. Christmas is also about family time for me since we have moved away and we don't get to see our families very often Christmas is the time where we can put all differences aside at least for one day out of the year. this year we are not going home for Christmas and this will be our first Christmas alone since we have been married. I am also big on traditions i like to do the same things every year leading up to Christmas. We have to get a real tree, We have to build a ginger bread house, we have to watch it's a wonderful life, on Christmas eve you get to open one present, on Christmas eve attempt to go to a candlelight service. A new tradition is we have to read my favorite Christmas book of all time the polar express. My mom used to read this book to me when was a little kid for Christmas and someday i will read it to my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2764727987630156600?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2764727987630156600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2764727987630156600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2764727987630156600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2764727987630156600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-it-about-for-you.html' title='What is it about for you?'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-1455055310304283492</id><published>2008-12-09T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:21:45.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland Browns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanhood'/><title type='text'>You root for who?</title><content type='html'>Is your favorite team headed to post season play? Do you have high expectations year after year and they always let you down? are you a fan of the Lions or the Browns? I am in fact a fan of the latter. Why do I root for them? that is a question that I keep telling myself every Monday after a heart breaking loss. I root for them because when they left in 1995 there was no team there. the city had lost hope they had nothing to root for. after they came back in 1999 the city got excited and got behind them 150% selling out games and bringing back the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DAWG&lt;/span&gt; POUND. But know to answer the Question of why i root for a team that i know will not go anywhere anytime soon. for the simple fact that i love my town and the browns are part of what makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/span&gt;. I also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to see them leave again. It is also very nice to see a team that is so passionate about there sports still continue to watch and go to games even in this economic condition. Let me know if this falls in your thoughts the way it did mine. Live well love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-1455055310304283492?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/1455055310304283492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=1455055310304283492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/1455055310304283492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/1455055310304283492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-root-for-who.html' title='You root for who?'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8444270979741132551</id><published>2008-12-09T14:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:09:41.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of the Road !!</title><content type='html'>This post is in no means has anything to do with my friends. Amanda and i were driving to and from Ohio this holiday season and I came up with a couple of things in need to let out. ( I don't have road rage so this is my rage.)&lt;br /&gt;1. DO NOT DRIVE IN THE FAR LEFT LANE AND NOT GET OVER WHEN SOMEBODY IS TRYING TO PASS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;2. DO NOT TALK ON YOUR CELLPHONE WHILE ON THE HIGHWAY.&lt;br /&gt;3. PLEASE USE YOUR BLINKER WHEN YOU CHANGE LANES.&lt;br /&gt;4. WHEN YOU MERGE KEEP GOING DON'T STOP THE YIELD IS NOT A STOP SIGN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the majors ones that tick me off. i do drive for a living o see all of these on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;so when you are driving be aware and pay attention because someone else might not be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8444270979741132551?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8444270979741132551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8444270979741132551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8444270979741132551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8444270979741132551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/12/rules-of-road.html' title='Rules of the Road !!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8553084299266435006</id><published>2008-11-26T10:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:54:10.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARK'/><title type='text'>ARK (act of random kindness)</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning after driving after being up all night driving to ohio and I was thinking why do we perform random acts of kindness. I was thinking about this because we drove someone home that lives in ohio back to her house and we didnt even think twice about it. It was amandas boss whom i never met and amanda barely know except for work stuff. i can personally say that i know her alot more than amanda does know. it also helps that when i drive 9 hours that someone is there to talk to you for the whole 9 hours. is it really random or do we think about what we are going to act on. are you going to THINK about buying somebody behind you a 4$ cup coffee or will you just give them the paper when you are done reading it. to me ARK is one of those things that you cant really think about. we are wired way to confusely to think about such a simple thing. if we think about performing an ark than its not really random. So know for this holiday season i challenge you to buy someone behind you a cup of coffee without telling them or filling up your wifes gas tank with no pun intended or even buy lunch for a stranger. if we all did a little bit more  the world would be a better place. happy thanksgiving and safe travels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8553084299266435006?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8553084299266435006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8553084299266435006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8553084299266435006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8553084299266435006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/ark-act-of-random-kindness.html' title='ARK (act of random kindness)'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-513089143025823884</id><published>2008-11-23T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:19:42.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland Browns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fans'/><title type='text'>Fanhood</title><content type='html'>Do you root for a team that is always on the losing end. Is your team good one year and terrible the next? Does your team have high expectations but never live up to them? Do you feel like denouncing your loyalty to a losing team and root for a winning one. Before you do that please read this post. You are not alone in your feelings. Your feelings of your team is what make this so much harder. I am a fan of Cleveland sports and as long as i can remember there were always high hopes and dreams in the beginning of any training camp or Summer camp. i can remember when people who actually came to the stadium wearing another teams jersey would get spit on and swore at. know its just as humble as any other stadium. The Dawg pound used to be like a bunch of pitbulls (cleveland fans) against a bunch of pomeranians (other teams Fans). After they left in 1995 and than came back in 1999 they just werent the same team. Yeah they had the same records and the same colors but they have a new stadium with no expectations and a town that was ripped of its pride in 1995 was biting at the bit to get the beloved browns back but what we didnt know was what kind of browns team were we going to get. ever since september of 1999 all i hear i theres always next year or next game. I as a fan am tired of hearing this and seeing all these losses pile up on one of best franchises in the league prior to 1999 really puts a knot in my stomach. I will never denounce my fanhood to a team in which i am so loyal i guess its just a matter of time before we get the right coach, system and management where they belong. Than and God willing maybe just maybe they will be the browns of old. So if you are thinking about denouncing your fanhood dont cause once you do its so much harder to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-513089143025823884?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/513089143025823884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=513089143025823884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/513089143025823884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/513089143025823884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanhood.html' title='Fanhood'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8810119659594358397</id><published>2008-11-22T16:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:37:10.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Little Detours</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard i have gotten a job offer back in Ohio. The job is with the same company and the position but with a much better situation. its not that i don't like North Carolina i really do but this is an opportunity that i just cant pass up. We have put our house on the market to see what happens. we are not moving until we sell our house so we could still be here for a while. The plan that i had coming down here in my head wasn't the right plan. I know that we don't have any control over this but i feel like he as put this opportunity in front of us and is teaching us a great deal of patience and faith. Regardless of what happens i will always remember Raleigh as the place i really grew up in my faith and my relationship with my wife and with those great friends around me. i want to thank so many people that i have met along the way.  So if you know anybody that is looking to buy a house contact www.nealpettijohn.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8810119659594358397?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8810119659594358397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8810119659594358397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8810119659594358397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8810119659594358397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifes-little-detours.html' title='Lifes Little Detours'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2176268879408092959</id><published>2008-11-22T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:26:43.892-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willy'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Do you have some body that you can count on to do anything for you? Is this your best friend or just a really good friend. One of my best friends i don't get to see except when we go home for vaca. For some reason we just have a special bond that we share. its one of those relationship where if we didn't see each other fora couple of years and than we saw each other on the street it would be like we just saw each other last week. I do talk to him at least once a week and he keeps me filled in with things going on back in Ohio. I was thinking what if we didn't have friends like that. what would your life be like if willy wasn't in my life. My life would be really different. I feel like hes in my life fora reason and a purpose and i am in his for the same reasons. Willy and i played football together in middle school and than high school and we just never lost contact. The great thing is that we can rely on each other to come through in certain situations.In 2006 i asked willy to be in my wedding. i felt really honored to have him a part of our wedding. This past summer willy asked me to be one of his best men (he has 2) an once again i felt really honored to be a part of this experience. So if you have a friend like that never lose contact because they only come around once in a life time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2176268879408092959?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2176268879408092959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2176268879408092959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2176268879408092959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2176268879408092959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7757782544764661572</id><published>2008-11-21T19:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:00:04.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohio state michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rivalries'/><title type='text'>The Sweet Smell of revenge or is it??</title><content type='html'>Have you ever played a sort where you had a rival or was part of a rival? was it in college or high school and in what sport. on the eve of the greatest college football rivalry in all of football i think back to a time where rivalries were near and dear t my heart besides this one of course. I played high school football and every time August rolls around i get a little feeling in the back of my throat about the ways things used to be. not that i don't like what has happened but this is a different aspect. for me going to battle against someone across from me on a different team was a feeling i can never take away. the rival i battled with was not a rival of my school but of my family. I played high school football for North Ridgeville. My family on my moms side all went to Westlake high which is the next city over. My team played them for four years and i never won a game i guess its not really a rivalry if you don't win. the feeling that you get after you lose a game like that is terrible especially one that has an outcome like that. The Game that is going on tomorrow is one of the most storied rivalries in all of college sports. the game itself has been going on since 1897 and has decided many of the last 40 big ten championships and rose bowl match ups. This rivalry is as harsh as they come the week this is played is circled on every one's calendar. is there a rivalry that you remember having and will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7757782544764661572?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7757782544764661572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7757782544764661572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7757782544764661572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7757782544764661572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/sweet-smell-of-revenge-or-is-it.html' title='The Sweet Smell of revenge or is it??'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5284618807074524018</id><published>2008-11-15T10:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:13:39.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legacy'/><title type='text'>i Want to leave a legacy</title><content type='html'>Do you know how you are going to be remembered? I have no idea how i will be remembered. i was thinking about this on my way to work yesterday as i was listening to the David stein show he always finish with a line that goes something like this. leave the gun, take the canolli, now you know none of the story, relax and find a friend, always keep your fork cause something better is on the way, and always always live don't just think outside the box. Every time i hear this radio show i get a feeling that im not doing enough to leave a great lagacy behind for my wife and my family. this makes me really think about where my legacy will end up and where it is right know. Another quote i am gonna refer to is "memories can be forgotten but legends never die". this to me is the key i want to be remembered not only as a great husband and father but also a great person, a leader, and a great friend. Where do you think your legacy will stand if you had been taken from this place earlier than you had hoped. would your legacy alone make you change the way you live or would it be if you could see in the future and you saw your life would that be a mojor indicator about what you had to do to your legacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5284618807074524018?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5284618807074524018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5284618807074524018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5284618807074524018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5284618807074524018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-leave-legacy.html' title='i Want to leave a legacy'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8095684362056931381</id><published>2008-11-14T23:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:20:53.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><title type='text'>Very powerful stuff</title><content type='html'>Do you have plan? do you like plans. I think that we all awesome sort of plan in our lives whether its for work or for our personal life. the plans that people have vary from person to person. Did you have a plan that didn't go as "planned", or was it just a detour that took you away from your plan. ever since i graduated high school i felt like i have had a plan. i had a plan for my job, i had a plan for my relationships. i now know that a plan is only a guideline in life and it only guides you along the way. i had a plan for everything. lets fast forward did any of my plans workout? absolutely some had a detour and some happened a little earlier than i had planned. My "tentative" plan was to go to college find a job get married buy a house and than have a family. My plan actually happened that way but the way that it happened did not go directly by the book. i have learned that plans and guidelines can lead you to some great times and it can also lead you to some not so good times. I know that i really have no control over the plan of my life. Ultimately God has control and he will show me my plan soon enough. i know that i have to trust in god in all my endeavors because my decisions affect how good he will actually make my plan and how quckly that plan will be granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8095684362056931381?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8095684362056931381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8095684362056931381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8095684362056931381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8095684362056931381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-powerful-stuff.html' title='Very powerful stuff'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2522283136951754169</id><published>2008-11-08T07:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:35:39.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Chestnuts Roasting?</title><content type='html'>Well it's the holiday season once again. its the time where traditions go far spirits are high and everyone is happy. What is your favorite part of the holiday seasons. what is your least favorite part? My least favorite part of the holidays is when retail stores start putting up Christmas decorations on the 1st of November. Now i love being in the holiday spirit but this is getting ridiculous to the point where we don't even decorate for thanksgiving its just kind of an after thought. i remember when stores didn't decorate until after thanksgiving or that toys r us didn't send out the biggest toy book aver before thanksgiving day we got it two weeks ago. i think that its really sad when stores think about just money for the holidays instead of giving their customers a very homely experience. On another note my favorite part of the holidays are the traditions. What are some of your families traditions. Some of the traditions that we do are we have to go to a midnight service at a church, we also make a ginger bread house every year as well as read the book (original) the polar express, on Christmas eve we also open one gift a piece. The holidays are such a humbling time for me mentally because we can all put our differences aside and enjoy this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2522283136951754169?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2522283136951754169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2522283136951754169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2522283136951754169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2522283136951754169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/chestnuts-roasting.html' title='Chestnuts Roasting?'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-3794766016343709089</id><published>2008-11-01T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:51:03.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Fear!!</title><content type='html'>I don't have many fears in my life but the ones i do have are pretty serious. My first one is failure. i am afraid to fail so i work that much harder and take risks along the way so that nobody can call me a failure. The other thing i fear i GOD. this is a tough one. Amanda and i started a proverbs study and the first chapter talked about how we should fear god. and to fear god is the beginning of knowledge. so in my thought i know nothing until i understand how much power god actually holds over us. He holds all power over everybody. when we talk about fear you hear people say that there scared of spiders or small spaces but nobody ever says I'm scared of god. i think we need to really sit back and think about whats at stake here. God is in control and he has the power to do anything he wants and lead us in any direction, but he wants to save us so he gives us fear. fear is not a bad thing in this case. i never thought about it this way before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-3794766016343709089?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3794766016343709089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=3794766016343709089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/3794766016343709089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/3794766016343709089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear.html' title='Fear!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5831384739989656276</id><published>2008-11-01T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:39:51.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>next year!!</title><content type='html'>There is always next year is a saying i hear all the time being a sports fan from Cleveland. when you haven't won any significant championship of any sort since 1964 than you start to get tired of hearing this year in and year out. the Tampa Bay Rays season came to an end on Wednesday and I was thinking about how they are going to say there is always next year is it different for a team that had no expectations about this year but to win more than 75 games? this year was a miraculous story and almost a fairytale ending. but since they are capable of getting to the ship are there expectations going to be higher now or will they be the same as they were the previous nine seasons. being a Cleveland sports fan i feel like i have had my heart ripped out of my chest from time to time because the city came so close to not being able to say this and yet year after year our expectations are so high and we sell out stadiums and nothing this is probably why we are the most tortured sports town in all of America. OIC (Only In Cleveland)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5831384739989656276?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5831384739989656276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5831384739989656276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5831384739989656276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5831384739989656276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/11/next-year.html' title='next year!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-9200038775759949132</id><published>2008-10-25T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:54:33.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation??</title><content type='html'>This is a subject that we have been talking about in my Business class for a couple of weeks now and i wanted to share a few of my thoughts and also to get a few of yours. Motivation to me doing something someone tells you that you cant do. this just makes me work a little harder to reach this point. For me motivation is the key to success, its not about how much money i can make its about my legacy and how people perceive me as a person and the positions that i hold in life, whether its being a good husband, or a good father (someday), maybe its in my job to become a manager, or start my own business. The main point is that the motivation that drives me is because i am scared to death of failure. Some people have a different aspect of failure, mine is this if you try something and work hard at it and take a risk you are not a failure you are a risk taker an entrepreneur as some may call it. so than if you open a business and than it closes because it didn't make any money are you a failure? no you took a risk and it didn't work out that doesn't make you a failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-9200038775759949132?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/9200038775759949132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=9200038775759949132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/9200038775759949132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/9200038775759949132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/motivation.html' title='Motivation??'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8342595488134490798</id><published>2008-10-21T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:11:58.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland Browns'/><title type='text'>Why are you a fan??</title><content type='html'>Do you have a favorite sports team. Why are they your favorite team and why that sport. are you a fan because of your childhood or because an athlete that you looked up to played on that team. my Favorite team is the browns. i feel like i have become a bigger fan of the Browns since i moved to Raleigh since i don't get the opportunity to watch them as often and i feel like i took my fan hood for granted. i also used to be a fan of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers but that was just because my favorite player played on that team Mike Alstott who was the same number as i was. As i get older i feel like i become more of a sports fan and not just football but all sports i find myself watching all kinds of sports? maybe this is gearing me up for fatherhood? who knows.  Do you have story about your fan hood and why it is your favorite team or athlete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8342595488134490798?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8342595488134490798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8342595488134490798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8342595488134490798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8342595488134490798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-are-you-fan.html' title='Why are you a fan??'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-637358233439245539</id><published>2008-10-20T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:02:17.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9ekMa9I/AAAAAAAAABs/97oUzyd3Vrw/s1600-h/100_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9ekMa9I/AAAAAAAAABs/97oUzyd3Vrw/s160/100_0822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9jCPnlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ay-QAvuJujc/s1600-h/100_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9jCPnlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ay-QAvuJujc/s160/100_0824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9ylP42I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IrQZqu8J2L0/s1600-h/100_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9ylP42I/AAAAAAAAAB8/IrQZqu8J2L0/s160/100_0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N-BP2uTI/AAAAAAAAACE/AlDzUwPTztE/s1600-h/100_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N-BP2uTI/AAAAAAAAACE/AlDzUwPTztE/s160/100_0839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-637358233439245539?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/637358233439245539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=637358233439245539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/637358233439245539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/637358233439245539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/cont.html' title='Cont.'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0N9ekMa9I/AAAAAAAAABs/97oUzyd3Vrw/s72-c/100_0822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8874169712777674406</id><published>2008-10-20T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:59:18.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Truly Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQBFVYEI/AAAAAAAAABM/C9-EyfWWKiU/s1600-h/100_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQBFVYEI/AAAAAAAAABM/C9-EyfWWKiU/s160/100_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQUSXkiI/AAAAAAAAABU/lm4t0CXAm9E/s1600-h/100_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQUSXkiI/AAAAAAAAABU/lm4t0CXAm9E/s160/100_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQt21zDI/AAAAAAAAABc/mQ8Gys1DbIo/s1600-h/100_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQt21zDI/AAAAAAAAABc/mQ8Gys1DbIo/s160/100_0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NRHs47kI/AAAAAAAAABk/j7QtbcfOLso/s1600-h/100_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NRHs47kI/AAAAAAAAABk/j7QtbcfOLso/s160/100_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8874169712777674406?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8874169712777674406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8874169712777674406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8874169712777674406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8874169712777674406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-truly-magic.html' title='Its Truly Magic'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0NQBFVYEI/AAAAAAAAABM/C9-EyfWWKiU/s72-c/100_0776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-3106347293803151873</id><published>2008-10-20T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:56:05.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0MgLwvJLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JicJe-VGs68/s1600-h/100_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0MgLwvJLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JicJe-VGs68/s160/100_0745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0MgdzeEFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xy6Ap1A96Z8/s1600-h/100_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0MgdzeEFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xy6Ap1A96Z8/s160/100_0754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0Mgv8d9nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8gUqMGtXAps/s1600-h/100_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0Mgv8d9nI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8gUqMGtXAps/s160/100_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0MhJJZQEI/AAAAAAAAABE/NgwNkh7bio4/s1600-h/100_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0MhJJZQEI/AAAAAAAAABE/NgwNkh7bio4/s160/100_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2433202737219341639?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2433202737219341639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2433202737219341639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2433202737219341639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2433202737219341639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/st-augustine.html' title='St. Augustine'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SP0LlFQHTDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3xuoeM88d4M/s72-c/100_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2630197882359730823</id><published>2008-10-19T11:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:34:24.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bride is sick</title><content type='html'>My Wife Amanda has Tonsillitis and i feel really bad. there is nothing i can do. i am not sick and probably wont get it. i wish i could take her sickness away and do something with it. she does look really cute when she is sick though. anybody have any suggestions about tonsillitis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2630197882359730823?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2630197882359730823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2630197882359730823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2630197882359730823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2630197882359730823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bride-is-sick.html' title='My Bride is sick'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2127835630506680759</id><published>2008-10-19T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:51:30.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postseason'/><title type='text'>Could they be the best!</title><content type='html'>I'm Talking about the Boston RedSox. Could they possibly be the Best postseason comeback team ever? it is definitely a possibility. the past two years they have come back from being down 3-1 in the series against the Indians in 2007 and the Rays in 2008 respectively.  the Momentum in both of these series did not go for the RedSox in either, except when they had that ridiculous day off in the middle of a home stand between game 4and game 5. The So called much needed day off has been the difference in the series for both years. i don't know why they have this day off but they do and every time after the day off they just find a way to win and keep winning. is it because there experienced going up against inexperience of is it luck from the baseball gods not wanting to see another drought in Boston for another 86 years. i feel like the RedSox are turning into the evil empire spending tons of money and trying to run everybody out of town. There is still one more game to be played tonight so we will see if they are that good are just run out of luck. Go Rays and Phillies World Series!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2127835630506680759?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2127835630506680759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2127835630506680759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2127835630506680759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2127835630506680759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/could-they-be-best.html' title='Could they be the best!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6077258784681304605</id><published>2008-10-06T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:57:39.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always next year!!</title><content type='html'>I have heard this phrase alot living in Cleveland and being a Cleveland sports fan. i have had to deal with high expectations that suddenly turn into a nightmare. cubs fans i know what your a re going through. you have one team that hasn't won a championship in over 100 years. Cleveland on the other hand hasn't won a championship in any sport since 1964. the last title Chicago won was the 2005 world series. so yeah i know that it sucks not to win a title but at least you have hope in your other sports. all Cleveland has is the choke, red right 88, the fumble, the drive, the move, and so many others. the sports gods definitely don't like Cleveland sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6077258784681304605?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6077258784681304605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6077258784681304605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6077258784681304605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6077258784681304605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-always-next-year.html' title='There&apos;s always next year!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-4233140367246456036</id><published>2008-10-03T14:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:39:52.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playoffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cubs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Its That Time of Year!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well as you all know its that time of year again. what is that time of year you ask. well this time of year is October through February which are heavy sports months. i love sports not just football but baseball, and also hockey. this brings me to my next point, playoff baseball where the fun really begins. this year has been 100 years since the lovable losers last won a world series championship. that's right since 1908. People say that there is a curse( &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Curse_of_the_Billy_Goat" title="The Curse of the Billy Goat" class="mw-redirect"&gt;The Curse of the Billy Goat &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;) . &lt;/i&gt;I kind of think that there is more to this drought than people expect. i think that it has to do with karma. yeah i know that it sounds crazy but maybe what they need is a name change to something iconic like Wrigley Field  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wrigley_Field" title="Wrigley Field"&gt;Wrigley Field&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; . maybe they should rename it Mars field, after all Wrigley's did get sold to the Mars company. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at what happened to the American league east champions the "Devil Rays" all they did was drop the "devil" in their name and the so called baseball gods were happy. wait maybe they just play really good baseball.&lt;/span&gt; Wrigley Field wasn't even built when the cubbies last won the series. Wrigley was built in 1914 so maybe they need to go play at the old west side park 2 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Side_Park_II" title="West Side Park II" class="mw-redirect"&gt;West Side Park (II) &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Side_Park_II" title="West Side Park II" class="mw-redirect"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-4233140367246456036?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/4233140367246456036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=4233140367246456036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4233140367246456036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/4233140367246456036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='Its That Time of Year!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2867704650887338491</id><published>2008-10-02T11:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:16:40.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>Two years of Marriage Bliss</title><content type='html'>If you were to ask me in the summer of 2002 if i would be married and had a house in Raleigh in 2008 i would have told you you were crazy. but the fact of the matter is that this really happened. i Married my high school sweetheart in the fall of 2006 on the 14Th day of October. i still remember it like it was yesterday i woke up went to the gym with Bob Bauer who was in the wedding. the Crazy thing about this day is that i wasn't nervous until people started coming in to sit down at the church. not a cold feet kind of thing i just don't like being in front of 100+ people who will be staring at me for about an hour. since that day my life has been flipped upside down. i will be forever connected to the love of my life Amanda Jane and to all the wonderful people i have met along our journey together.these are the greatest of times and i know that there are gonna be tough times as well but i know that i have love and a bond for my wife that I cannot explain.and anything that we come face to face with in our journey will be a blessing and a lesson. My Wife has been so motivational to me and so inspirational in so many ways. This is just one chapter of my life that will never end. this one chapter will keep going and going and going. Amanda Jane will always and forever be my beautiful bride. someone very close told that every time i look at you i fall in love all over again. and Amanda that is how i feel each and every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2867704650887338491?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2867704650887338491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2867704650887338491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2867704650887338491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2867704650887338491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-years-of-marriage-bliss.html' title='Two years of Marriage Bliss'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6438497986340658179</id><published>2008-10-02T10:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:59:50.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>Cool, Calm and Collected</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning with a chill on the back of my neck. we slept with the windows open last night. i love fall because it brings back some many great memories. my anniversary s in the fall only 12 days from today wow two years i can believe it that will have to be another post. it also brings back those chilly Friday nights under the lights were it didn't seem to matter how cold it was because steam was always coming off your head.  the leaves are beginning to change( the leaves change much later down here which is a good thing).  fall is the time of year were it reminds me of so many different things in life and also so many things that you can do. bonfires is another great one during fall you can have people over huddled up to a bonfire with smores, apple cider and coffee. fall is also great because it gives you and excuse to bundle eith that sweatshirt or a blanket on the couch in front of a fireplace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6438497986340658179?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6438497986340658179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6438497986340658179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6438497986340658179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6438497986340658179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-calm-and-collected.html' title='Cool, Calm and Collected'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-360527282858745257</id><published>2008-09-18T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:05:01.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live well, Love a lot and laugh often</title><content type='html'>All i have to say is that life is good and i am so glad that i am American. i am truly living the American dream. someone once said "live well, love a lot, and laugh often" when i heard these it really hit me in a weird kind of way because a lot of days we don't realize what we have and what others don't have. i am going to try my hardest to live these out in my everyday life whether its in my Job or church or my personal life.  it really makes you think about all the stuff we complain about like our jobs or school. a lot of people don't get the opportunity to go back and get an education or even finish their diploma. this is why America is so great. America gives us opportunities to live the American dream, have a house, a car, kids, a dog and to own your own business if you so choose. i think we as Americans take a lot for granted because we have all this disposable stuff like TVs computers cell phones. and when we are done with them we throw them away. but kids in other countries don't have any of these things. i am really going to try and make an effort to live these things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-360527282858745257?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/360527282858745257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=360527282858745257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/360527282858745257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/360527282858745257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-well-love-lot-and-laugh-often.html' title='Live well, Love a lot and laugh often'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6618714564298764880</id><published>2008-09-07T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:01:01.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First few weeks</title><content type='html'>The first few weeks of school are done and i got to say that i comes back to you like riding a bike. yeah the initial week or two your hung up on how brutal it is but after that you kind of get in a rhythm and its kind of fun. you get to meet new people and find out where they came from as well as what there doing in school. its a nice change of pace and it will surely payoff in the end. I have never been a big fan of school i kind of surprised myself when i decided to go back because in the beginning i  did not know what i wanted to take. but since i have been in management and want to got back to it again someday i figured i might as well make my future a little brighter than it already was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6618714564298764880?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6618714564298764880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6618714564298764880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6618714564298764880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6618714564298764880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-few-weeks.html' title='First few weeks'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5844924867899558532</id><published>2008-09-06T12:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:25:09.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a drink and a shot????</title><content type='html'>No not really i went to a hospital the other day and i noticed that you can more services than you bargained for. You can get a flu shot and than have a glass of port wine or maybe some sherry. yes that's right alcohol in a hospital fridge. In the pharmacies fridge no less. i wonder what those pharmacies are doing. on second thought remind me not to go get anything at that hospital. why they have this I do not know but i just thought that it was very interesting that they have alcohol at the hospital. If anybody knows why this is please let me know. i just thought that this was very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5844924867899558532?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5844924867899558532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5844924867899558532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5844924867899558532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5844924867899558532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-about-drink-and-shot.html' title='How about a drink and a shot????'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6705093528414866679</id><published>2008-09-02T22:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:21:15.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The First chapter of my life</title><content type='html'>is done and has been for along time. this part of my life was my pre- Amanda chapter. it was good a little gray none the less but i don't have any regrets about my life and how i grew up. and i am also not bitter at anybody about my up bringing. than we get in to the next chapter of my life where i met my beautiful smart endearing Amanda, she changed my life the moment i laid eyes on her as soon as we started dating i knew we were going to get married someday. with her in my life i was no longer depressed and was living life to the fullest. we went to concerts to together started traditions together; we decided from the start that we would never forget about the little things and that these little things would never get in the way of the worldly things around us. like take for example we try to have a date once a week, and i still try to hold the car door open for her when i remember (i have short term memory loss i think!!!!). with out her in my life i would not have done all the things i have accomplished these past 5+ years. i am eagerly waiting for the next challenge we are going to face with one another. maybe well climb Mt. Everest or something. j/k babe. if you were asked this question about the chapters of your life what would they be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6705093528414866679?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6705093528414866679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6705093528414866679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6705093528414866679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6705093528414866679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-chapter-of-my-life.html' title='The First chapter of my life'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-3621105925138139158</id><published>2008-08-23T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:40:21.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;went back to school for the first time in 2 years and i got to say its brutal. its true what they say if you don't use it you lose it literally. i don't remember allot of certain things but most of the stuff came back like riding a bike. i have to admit that allot of my life experiences have/are going to help me in the long run in school. especially with the homework. have a great day live well love allot laugh often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-3621105925138139158?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3621105925138139158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=3621105925138139158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/3621105925138139158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/3621105925138139158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='School!!!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-551631446514714333</id><published>2008-08-20T22:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:26:15.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an Athlete is an athlete......</title><content type='html'>No matter what??? is it when you cant run a 400 meters, is it when you can't bench 135 pounds. What about is you can't touch your toes. When are you considered a non athlete? when you receive the diploma in the mail,or should you try and keep this thing going for as long as you can. being an athlete constitutes any number of things like riding a bike playing a team/individual sport, golfing believe it or not. so when do you draw the line if there is a line to be drawn. i have been out of football for 5 years and have kept busy for the most part with other things, am i still considered an athlete. ill be the first to tell you I'm not in football shape but i am in shape to run a half marathon does that constitute as being an athlete. So know does yoga count as being a sport, are you yogathetic than??? let me hear your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-551631446514714333?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/551631446514714333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=551631446514714333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/551631446514714333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/551631446514714333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/08/athlete-is-athlete.html' title='an Athlete is an athlete......'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7917185019937564031</id><published>2008-08-20T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:14:26.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Ridgeville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Bliss. reunion'/><title type='text'>the Unofficial Five year high school reunion????</title><content type='html'>Well one of my best friends is getting married next summer which is great. i have the great opportunity to be one of the best men in his wedding. which I'm syked about. willy was in my wedding. the unofficial high school reunion is going to take place at Will's wedding. its not that i don't like the people that i went to high school with some of them just did dumb things and i cant fault them for that. i stated in an earlier post that i spent the better part of six years with these guys. and every single one of them are my friends. i think it will be a great time to catch up and see what everyone is up to or not up to. when all this happens the guy they thought would never get married willy is getting married to a great girl with a good head on her shoulders. so i want to wish the man early wedding bliss before anybody else cause its definitely the ride of a lifetime and I'm always willing to wait in line for this one. and as for the reunion it should be fun as long as harnish and knox do do ranger jacks. it will be an experience of a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7917185019937564031?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7917185019937564031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7917185019937564031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7917185019937564031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7917185019937564031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/08/unofficial-five-year-high-school.html' title='the Unofficial Five year high school reunion????'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5640758392667308619</id><published>2008-08-09T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:20:33.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Monopolies???</title><content type='html'>I was doing a little bit of research and i decided that most major professional sports are monopolies. (I'm not surprising any of you though am i.) i think  sports monopolies are not a good thing for the American public. i think if you love the game than the professional ranks force you to watch what they have on TV whether it's a good product or not. take for example the NBA and the ABA. the ABA really challenged the NBA for ratings back in the 60s and 70s. you also got allot of prominent stars from the ABA like Dr. J, Larry Brown and Moses Malone. there is no competition for the NBA only if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lebron&lt;/span&gt; James goes over to Europe for 50 mill. a year. which takes me to my next point the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;USFL&lt;/span&gt; was a far superior league than the NFL it just didn't have the financial stability because the NFL takes the lucrative TV radio deals from the little guys. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;USFL&lt;/span&gt; instituted the two point conversion and a simple kind of instant replay. this is nothing like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AFL&lt;/span&gt; that merged with the NFL they wanted to compete on a different scale and have there schedule run on a march &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; June dates. i guess I'm just saying that we need a little more competition between the leagues maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;AAFL&lt;/span&gt; will have better luck than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;USFL&lt;/span&gt; or for that matter NFL Europe.I just think that we as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; need a little more competition stimulation in our minds. when it comes to watching and playing sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5640758392667308619?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5640758392667308619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5640758392667308619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5640758392667308619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5640758392667308619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/08/sports-monopolies.html' title='Sports Monopolies???'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7275536446799421492</id><published>2008-07-22T09:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:24:06.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifting'/><title type='text'>Between a weight and a run????</title><content type='html'>I am currently training for a half marathon in Virginia beach over labor day. i have not lifted a real weight since i started this silly thing called running. i know that running is good for me but i just don't enjoy it. so i am up for a new challenge in my fitness sector. i want to hit the weights really hard and bulk up with out gaining to much!! its kind of been a nice little vaca... from the pounding of the joints and the the throwing of the weights but i feel like i don't get that good of a workout in if i run. i like that feeling where your right on the verge of going over to the trash can but than your lifting partner tells you its your turn. i long for that once more. if anybody has any good ideas or wants to workout with me at peak let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7275536446799421492?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7275536446799421492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7275536446799421492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7275536446799421492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7275536446799421492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/07/between-weight-and-run.html' title='Between a weight and a run????'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2469271664048500972</id><published>2008-07-16T23:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:25:52.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda'/><title type='text'>My Wife</title><content type='html'>What can I say about my beautiful bride? she is the butter on my bread, and the sweet in my tea. if it was not for her i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know where I would be in my life right know. she has done so much for me in the past 5+ years that i don't even know where to begin to thank her or repay. she really saved my life emotionally and spiritually (though shell deny that she did) she has made me realize that life is not full of glamor and sunshine but a real life relationship takes dedication and hard work at that. So dont worry im dedicated to you and our relationship. maybe this it the best way to tell her that she is my foundation and to the credit of Andy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Griggs&lt;/span&gt; she thinks she needs me but the truth is i need her more than she will ever need me. Amanda keeps me grounded and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in touch&lt;/span&gt; with reality. I have become a better person emotionally and spiritually because we moved to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raleigh&lt;/span&gt; together. if we were not together i do not know where I would be at this point in my life. so baby when you read this I just want to say that I love and  I owe you ten thousand times over. Have a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2469271664048500972?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2469271664048500972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2469271664048500972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2469271664048500972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2469271664048500972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-wife.html' title='My Wife'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-7221360588261391795</id><published>2008-07-04T12:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:13:16.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My story pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Some of you may know my story some of you may not. well stay tuned and your about to find out. I was born on June 15, 1985 in Cleveland Ohio to my father and mother. i was exactly 2 weeks late and a 10 lb baby (which probably explains a lot). my parents divorced when i was real young i don't remember it. i don't remember a lot of my childhood just Lego's and falling asleep in my height chair. skipping ahead i was never a small kid i was 5'11'' in the fifth grade. i was kind of shy and a loner. i was the brown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. never played an instrument but did sing in the choir until the beginning of sixth grade when i didn't like it anymore. i was the narrator in the school play in fifth grade. i didn't play sports until middle school. i only saw my dad every two weeks along with my grandma. Christmas we would go out to breakfast to Denny's and than go see a matinee movie than go to my aunts house for Christmas eve dinner. On Christmas eve i would go home to my moms an open one present. middle school i started to play football. it came natural to me especially with only one year of Pop Warner. in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade we went undefeated for the last winning season of my career bummer! my career was good though i played all the positions except k,p, long snapper QB, Center and DB, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Middle school was a tough time for me. i didn't have a lot of friends but the Friends i did have were great and am still friends with till this day. I kind of felt like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; fit in Middle school is a big adjustment period for any body who was unsure about themselves. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; changed that day in the hallway of our high school though....................................................................................Stay tuned next time for the continuing story of my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-7221360588261391795?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/7221360588261391795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=7221360588261391795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7221360588261391795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/7221360588261391795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-story-pt1.html' title='My story pt.1'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8904828113626430018</id><published>2008-06-25T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:51:55.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet peeves!!!</title><content type='html'>Do you have a pet peeve how often does it happen to you? mine happens everyday that i go into a building with an elevator. My pet peeve is when people push the arrow for the elevator when it is already lit and they expect it to come faster because they pushed it again. its not gonna get here faster so chill!! its gonna get here when it is our turn to get on. i have to wait for the elevator a lot with the big cart i carry around so i see this a lot. i used to be that guy until i realized that it doesn't work. though i could tell these people that its not gonna do anything but that would just be to easy. anyway let me know what your pet peeves are. thanks for tuning in. see you next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8904828113626430018?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8904828113626430018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8904828113626430018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8904828113626430018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8904828113626430018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/06/pet-peeves.html' title='Pet peeves!!!'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-3180833478114436351</id><published>2008-05-12T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:08:36.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Whats good in your life??</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that i drive allot for my job. this requires a little bit of getting up early. but when i get up early i get the opportunity to listen to a sports talk radio show show by the name of The David Stein Show. he is a very wise man in my opinion but he doesn't talk about the sports score or the outcomes of games. David stein talks about Whats good in your life and  a celebration of life through sports. well every time i listen to it it makes me think what is good in my life? i have the woman of my dreams at such a young age that's a good thing. we just bought a house together. and  we are gonna celebrate 2 wonderful years of marriage together this October. Have you ever celebrated life through sports? like take your son to his first State football game or throw the winning touchdown pass to win state. i have celebrated my life through sports with a bunch of guys whom i called brothers for 6 years those truly were the best years of my life at that point in my journey. in the future i am going to celebrate life through sports with the family we have down in North Carolina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-3180833478114436351?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/3180833478114436351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=3180833478114436351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/3180833478114436351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/3180833478114436351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-good-in-your-life.html' title='Whats good in your life??'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6881199698307317751</id><published>2008-05-12T22:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:23:16.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Amanda and myself enjoyed a really great movie this past weekend (its in the title). with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson. the movie was about two older gentleman who were dying and only had about 6 months to live. well they made a list together about things that they wanted to do before they kicked the bucket. Nicholson's' Character was rich so it made it allot easier. so I challenged Myself to think of ten things we wanted to do before we kicked that rusty old thing. I know it doesn't mean as much because we are so young, and as we get older our list is gonna change (drastically) but we thought it would be fun.  I know that some of these are a little wacky and even unorthodox but i thought it was interesting to think about it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10 Items:&lt;br /&gt;1. See a major sporting event (Super Bowl or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BCS&lt;/span&gt; game)&lt;br /&gt;2. Retire on the beach with my wife&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation to Australia&lt;br /&gt;4. Take a rod trip across country&lt;br /&gt;5. Backpack through the grand canyon and climb a mountain&lt;br /&gt;6. Disney World&lt;br /&gt;7. Vacation to Germany&lt;br /&gt;8. Have beautiful kids&lt;br /&gt;9.Teach kids how to do something (this country or another)&lt;br /&gt;10. live each day with my wife to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So know I have shared my thoughts know let me challenge you to think about what you would do before you kicked the bucket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6881199698307317751?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6881199698307317751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6881199698307317751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6881199698307317751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6881199698307317751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/05/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-2120004019916484069</id><published>2008-05-10T15:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:54:43.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Global warming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Hour'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of you may have gotten an email over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the weekend&lt;/span&gt; regarding earth hour. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; DELETE IT!! this day is very important to global warming and the earth. this event started in 2007 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt; and has spread through the world. if we turn off our power in our homes for one hour we can reduce the amount of emissions going into the atmosphere.(from &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;http://www.earthhour.org/&lt;/a&gt; About Earth Hour&lt;br /&gt;On March 31 2007, for one hour, Sydney made a powerful statement about the greatest contributor to global warming – coal-fired electricity – by turning off its lights. Over 2.2 million Sydney residents and over 2,100 businesses switched off, leading to a 10.2% energy reduction across the city. What began as one city taking a stand against global warming caught the attention of the world.&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, 24 global cities participated in Earth Hour at 8pm on March 29. Earth Hour is the highlight of a major campaign to encourage businesses, communities and individuals to take the simple steps needed to cut their emissions on an ongoing basis. It is about simple changes that will collectively make a difference – from businesses turning off their lights when their offices are empty, to households turning off appliances rather than leaving them on standby.) I cant tell you everything but go check this out. &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;http://www.earthhour.org/&lt;/a&gt; and read additional information. I will be in contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-2120004019916484069?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/2120004019916484069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=2120004019916484069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2120004019916484069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/2120004019916484069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/05/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5528959353109821231</id><published>2008-04-20T21:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:46:28.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Little Languages</title><content type='html'>I noticed something very interesting that happened this past weekend when we hosted a dating couple over for dinner. that the way they communicated was totally on a differnet wave length than us. why is it that we all have different languages when we are around different people or places. this is very intriguing to me because you would think that some people wouldnt care what others thought. Why is it that we can understand one anothers code like guy to guy or woman to woman, but we cant understand the others code. that probably where the phrase men are from mars and women are from venus came from. Everybody has a different language but they may hot be so indifferent after all. yeah we all think on our own and we talk on our own but do we decide on our own. not if your married. a married language is totally different than any other language because it pertains to two people joining together in one language and making decisions together. i guess you could say its a joint language. Which is not abad things byany means. the both of you have to think about the pros and cons before you make a decision which is a good thing. so i guess all these little languages are critical to our development to one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5528959353109821231?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5528959353109821231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5528959353109821231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5528959353109821231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5528959353109821231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-little-languages.html' title='Lifes Little Languages'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-6625245350620473371</id><published>2008-04-15T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:15:47.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>If you had one chance???</title><content type='html'>If you had one opportunity to change one thing in your past or present what would it be and why?? If i had one opportunity to change something i dont think that i would change anything at all. Now dont get me wrong my Past isnt all just a bed of roses, in fact if it wasnt for my wonderful wife i dont know where i would be in my life right now. i think that i learned alot from my past that helped me grow up alot and become a man. Back when i was younger i wanted to change my past so bad that i lost focus on the positive that it really brought out in me. i have worked since i was 15 1/2 not only because i wanted to but because i had to. So I learned real early to grow up and that if you want something you have to work for it. I dont think that i would change anything if i had the chance, because when you grow up so early you learn very valuable lessons in life. and you never want to lose sight of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-6625245350620473371?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/6625245350620473371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=6625245350620473371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6625245350620473371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/6625245350620473371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-had-one-chance.html' title='If you had one chance???'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-8203052386194170464</id><published>2008-03-29T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:59:26.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about sports????</title><content type='html'>What is it about sports that makes us all act a little wierd to those who dont participate. Is it the competitive nature of us all or is it deeper than that. when people say it is not about winning it is always about winning (my opinion). Why would i want to play a game of Kickball and not want to win? Of course im out there to have fun and all but i want to win i am a very competitive guy. I am competitive not only in sports but also in my job and in certain areas of my life. call me crazy but i think that alot of us are wired like that in one way or another.when it comes to sports and being competitive i think we have the opportunity to be that guy/girl that is on the kick ball field and cheering there team on even though they are losing 8-5 and not get judged for it. that does something for me not just for me but its a bonding time with your self or your teammates.it is very comforting for me to know that i am hopefully going into battle with someone who shares the same passion as i do. lets go back to high school i played fooball and i was fullback i think about those days when everyone else had summer jobs and having fungoing to the beach and parties. what where me and 50 other guys doing? training for a battle not only on the field but in our minds. you never lose those memories. i went to battle with most of the same guys for the better part of 6 years. yeah we complain and we hated it at the time but we got through it and became a family and men.During those 6 years there was victory, heartache, hardwork and so much respect for each and everyone of us for what we have done. why do people put there selves through hell so they can enjoy it??? i dont know they do but i know why i did. because sports is where its all about. its the one place where you can have differences with another person and still watch the game together. or where historic rivalries are replayed years later. its what you do at the water cooler on monday morning?  Sports has a totally different set of rules. maybe that why we like them so much? Because we follow so many rules in life as it is like traffic signals, stop signs, due dates, office visits, deadlines etc..... this way with sports we have an opportunity to let loose and see the glass as half full. thats it for this week. let me hear your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-8203052386194170464?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/8203052386194170464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=8203052386194170464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8203052386194170464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/8203052386194170464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-it-about-sports.html' title='What is it about sports????'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325193910902426700.post-5437706715605875241</id><published>2008-03-09T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:25:38.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Why do they have asterisks * in sports???</title><content type='html'>Why in the world do they have asterisks in sports. I mean what does the * mean anyway? What the does the public opinion view and what does it say about the record or the milestones that was reached. Correct me if im wrong but doesnt Mr. Roger Maris have an asterisk after his 61st homerun?? why because he had a couple extra games to do it.the game evolves and so does the players do you think roger maris could hit 61 homeruns against eeerrrrrr roger clemens in his prime and in 162 games?? I dont believe that he could. I agree that Barry Bonds should only get an * But only until he is proven innocent. What about the other sports situations that get asterisks but dont deserve them. Houston Rockets: 1994 and 1995 NBA Champions. The point is that Michael Jordan wasn't around in '94, and that he wasn't "all the way back" in '95. So if he wasn't "retired," but just hurt, would you still put the asterisk on it? The Rockets were a very good team in '94, and with the addition of Clyde Drexler, they were a great team in '95, sweeping the Shaq-Penny Orlando Magic. Do the '94 Knicks and '95 Magic get asterisks for beating the Bulls, as both had to in the Playoffs? They shouldn't, and neither should the Rockets. take the new england patriots for example imagine if they never got caught with spygate. than there would be no * but because someone got caught they now have an asterisk on their perfect REGULAR season. but what about the people that are really achieving these milestones clean errrrrr i mean legit. the asterisk i believe will always over shadow the clean anyday of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325193910902426700-5437706715605875241?l=mikebaumann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/feeds/5437706715605875241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2325193910902426700&amp;postID=5437706715605875241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5437706715605875241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2325193910902426700/posts/default/5437706715605875241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mikebaumann.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-they-have-asterisks-in-sports.html' title='Why do they have asterisks * in sports???'/><author><name>Mike Baumann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18047481052905701551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jHFDdjGenDA/SX7nH7YAf_I/AAAAAAAAACw/-7UvoertuCE/S220/100_1380.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
