The dawn at Punxsutawney was bright and clear, so Phil saw his shadow and predicted six more weeks of winter. That part made me happy. Unfortunately, Phil didn’t offer any guidance as to when that six weeks would start. I learned something even more illuminating while watching the broadcast this morning. Predictably, a Terrible Towel… Read More ’cause phil said.
As far as we know, Punxsutawney Phil is probably already ensconced in his stump at Gobbler’s Knob by now, ready to make his prediction tomorrow morning. It’s televised live in Pennsylvania, and I’ll be sure to haul my ass out of bed in time to watch. Memo to Phil: Cold and snowy, baby. Think cold… Read More stumped.
There are a shitload of people who reach Uncle Crappy while searching for information about K2’s Mystery Luv skis, a women’s ski meant for those who are just starting out. I have no technical information to offer you, but I can say that The Wife loves her skis, which she bought last year. They’re soft,… Read More it’s a mystery.
It’s funny. The Stiller fans have been supremely confident to this point, but it’s starting to crumble. I’ve had two of my friends, locals both, start to express what would happen if, you know, they maybe possibly lost on Sunday. Yeah, they quickly correct themselves, at least in front of the Browns fan. But I’m… Read More shhh.
Know what passed for breaking news in Pittsburgh today? The Stillers will wear their white jerseys in the Super Bowl instead of their home blacks. Wow. Stop the presses. And somebody get me the hell out of here.
Ugh. Uncle Crappy’s going to be hating life for the next two weeks. Wall-to-wall Stillers until game day. Maybe I can call in sick, unplug the TV and avoid all contact with any media outlets. Including mine.
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