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It's hard not to just stop and stare and remember the oldern days of hair spray and fat rolls and stretching for the big Babe Ruth playoff game and maybe stopping to gaze longingly at acid-washed jeans.

But we did last night at one of the many fine local drinking establishments we live near. We remember something about wall-to-wall '80s videos. And beers. And maybe a SoCo and Lime shot that kicked our ass. And Lita.

Oh sweet, innocent, Lita.