i’m back.

I saw the guy not too long after Mrs. Crappy dropped me off on the North Shore. He had the same build as me, and although he has much more gray hair than I do, I guessed we were about the same age. But there were plenty of old fat guys getting ready to run… Read More i’m back.

conflicted.

Back in January, I wrote about an unpleasant decision: picking between Notre Dame and Alabama on the day of the football national championship game. Today? Another title game, and another unhappy choice. Back then, the basic choice was between a team I can’t stand versus a conference I hate above all others. This time, the… Read More conflicted.

awful.

I knew it was going to be bad. I didn’t think it would be this bad. Thirty five people entered the Eighth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown). And at the conclusion of the Elite Eight weekend, there are 16 — SIXTEEN — Blutarskys (and if you don’t know… Read More awful.