My brain has been occupied by two things today. 1) A text conversation with Mrs. Crappy that ended with us concluding that a Florida trip — our first financially feasible one in years — is in order later this year. E: How do we go about inviting ourselves to Naples this summer? 2) Another text… Read More torn.
It’s winter. And we all need help finding some warmth, some color and some spice. Me? I need some pho. Beef broth, simmered all day. A mound of rice noodles. Onions and scallions. Thin slices of beef that cook in the broth when that big bowl of deliciousness is carried out to your table. And… Read More pho down.
My former colleagues know me so well. When it came time for my going-away party, I suspected there was a decent chance that I might take home a bottle of beer or two. And my friends at The Times didn’t let me down. I mean, who could not get excited about a thoughtful, carefully considered… Read More a special six.
A few years ago, I told you the story of getting a birthday present from Tiffany for Mrs. Crappy — and the subsequent discovery that carrying a bag from Tiffany through Ross Park Mall was the surest way to get noticed by women I had ever seen. Over the weekend, Mrs. Crappy discovered the male… Read More pied piper.
I’m not sure that John Calipari’s system at Kentucky — grabbing a bunch of talented one-and-done freshmen in hopes that he can cobble together a solid team in time for a March run — is good for college basketball. And I know for certain that it wasn’t good for nearly every single person who entered… Read More blue. grass. bock. town.
If it’s the longest post of the year, it has to be time to go through the entries of the Ninth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown). Because of a couple of work things on Thursday afternoon, I’m posting this nearly a full day later than I usually do.… Read More naucnffc (btybb) tipoff.
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