one fer the thumb. an ‘at.
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.
Author: Uncle Crappy
burgher.
When the Stillers wade deep into the playoff, I get to watch just about everyone around here lose their minds. The local news people pretty much ditch all pretense of ccovering anything else, and instead head off in search of office parties, pep rallies, Stiller bars in the town that the team is visiting and… Read More burgher.
parties inc.
I wouldn’t be so freaked out by making sure everything’s in good shape for Groundhog Weekend if we were holding the event on an autumn Saturday morning outside Ohio Stadium.
it’s on.
If you’re a Groundhog, you might want to go to the top-secret web page.
ready. go.
Sorry. Getting caught up with work, dealing with hangovers, taking care of business, just being lazy. Cooking. Eating. Rocking. Rolling. Zigging. Zagging. Sleeping. Waking. Baking. And now I’m back. While Uncle Crappy was away: * Winter ended. That’s been part of my alarming lack of focus since I last posted. No more college football, and… Read More ready. go.
not enough touchdowns, jesus.
Sorry, Irish. You’re not quite ready to play with the big boys yet, at least not at the Horseshoe West. The best part? Watching Mr. Four Super Bowl Rings get outcoached by little old Jimmy Tressel. And — let’s start hearing some talk about Troy Smith and the Heisman Trophy in 2006.
