I’ve managed to write about college basketball for a couple days straight without actually mentioning basketball, and given the success of the two teams I really care about (not to mention the success of Mrs. Crappy’s favorite hoopsters), it’s probably about time I change that. I also have a prediction. Pay attention, boys and girls.… Read More actual hoopage.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gotten sloppy over sangria Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Traded soup Met for lunch Sat around a campfire Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or… Read More you. yes, you.
The woman in the middle, squished in between my mom and Mrs. Crappy, is my sister. She’s a great sister — to me and to Mrs. Crappy — and a great mom. It’s also her birthday. She’s, uh, not quite as old as me. Wish her a happy birthday, would you? Thanks.
I had the pleasure of spending Birthday Eve at Bocktown Monaca with Chris and John. We hadn’t really set out to do a birthday kind of anything; rather, we had tried to find an occasion to open this: That’s a 2009 Dark Lord from Three Floyds. Chris mentioned offhand a while back that she had… Read More 11. happy…
THIS HAPPENED. IN COLORADO. ON SATURDAY. I WAS NOT THERE. WHY?
If I could bother you for just a moment, I have a couple favors to ask: 1) Go vote for Draft Day Suit in Shape magazine’s Best Sports Blogs contest. Yes, I write for DDS occasionally, but not nearly enough to take any credit for this nomination. Sarah and Laurie and all the other talented… Read More 7. two things to do.
Uncle Crappy 