I mentioned a little while back that I accidentially re-started my counter on my birthday, just as one of those blog traffic sites was gearing up to send a buttload of readers my way. That coincidence sent 39 hits my way, an astronomical number for Uncle Crappy, bested only by the 42 I got on… Read More the secret.
If you ever want to try something funny, ask an employee of an Apple Store, like this one in Shadyside, for a piece of paper and a pencil. Blank stares. Mild confusion. “Um, can I just email you a list or something?” It took five minutes.
If you wake up Thanksgiving morning and see this outside your window, don’t panic. An air rifle should take care of the problem fairly easily. That aside, Uncle Crappy hopes y’all have a safe and happy Thanksgiving.
The title of the previous post was only a partial joke. My voice is just now getting back to normal. But that’s not the only part of me that needed to recover from Saturday’s classic, an up-and-down afternoon that left Uncle Crappy and the rest of tailgating crew gasping. Here’s a rundown of the day.… Read More perfect.
I’m still a little overwhelmed by Saturday’s game, so I’m still in the middle of writing my reaction to the whole thing. In the meantime, here’s what the end of the game looked like from 10C.
It’s time. The truck is almost loaded, and in one hour we’ll be in the parking lot. The preparations and the hype have been fun, and today’s tailgate party is going to be epic. But in the end, only one thing matters. Troy Smith gave Michigan fits in Ohio Stadium two years ago. He did… Read More ready.
