I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.
Some people, like Bill Guerin on the left, can grow a good playoff beard. Some people, like Sidney Crosby, get points for the effort. Since about a week before the NHL playoffs began, my goatee has been untouched by anything but shampoo and a comb. Put me in, coach. I’m old and slow, but I’ll… Read More hairy.
This looks a lot better than it did a week ago. One more week to go.
See y’all tomorrow.
I had a long, nasty night at work. I’m finishing a bomber of Ommegang’s Hennepin. That helps. I’m also listening to the Scents and Subtle Sounds from our Phish show in Camden in 2004. That helps even more. I’ve written about this song before. It’s pointless for me to listen to it while it’s still… Read More so ready.
We don’t publish a paper tomorrow. But someone needs to update the website and babysit the scanner. And that someone is me. I’m alternately feeling irritated about having to split up a holiday weekend for not much of a reason, and kind of enjoying a relatively peaceful newsroom. But — overall? I’d rather be at… Read More anybody home?
Uncle Crappy 