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Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
July 4, 2005

Gameface

Happy Independance Day Diary. The guests should be arriving soon. I really can't tell for sure though as I am writing this from Derek's basement. We are about to start the rubber match in our best of five series. Though tied, I am a little flustered. Derek is making cracks about my game; as my pucks spin into the gutter he keeps saying I am pulling a "Nolte." With his background, it is obvious he has the upper hand in the trash talking department. My only retort is to send him to the fridge to freshen up my ginger beer. I am sure Manolo is hunting for me, hopefully Constance is covering. Somehow I doubt it. Wish me luck on this one Diary. Aloha.