As my frustrations with the Cleveland Browns have waxed and waned over the years, I’ve threatened at different points just to bag my five-plus decades of support because it wasn’t worth the effort. I always stuck with it, though, and I had always wondered what exactly would it take for me to actually follow up… Read More and now I know.
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Fall used to be a lot busier than it is these days. For most of the last two decades, about half of our fall weekends were spent driving to Columbus, prepping a tailgate party for somewhere between 10 and 20 people, going to Ohio State’s home game and then coming home on Sunday. For several… Read More the good old days.
So. What if I tried to post every day in October? Nah. That’s dumb. Hm. While I decide, here’s a picture of our cats. No, I don’t know what they’re doing either.
I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like the wreckage of Thirteenth Practically Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Piper’s Pub), in terms of how many people we’re going to honor with a Blutarsky Award here in just a sec. Chalky picks only work if the higher seeds win, and… Read More it’s blutarsky time.
Wait — we do suck. And so does Michigan.
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