home.
And the house says welcome back.
And the house says welcome back.
My annual geography lesson for the nice people at CBS who decide who gets to watch which games where: OK. We’re in Pittsburgh. That’s in the western part of Pennsylvania, that rectangular-looking state in yellow in the eastern part of the country. The local school plays in the Big East, a conference that encompasses much… Read More class is in session.
Holy crap. We have a shit-ton of entries for the Fifth-Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge. And in the interest of not making this the longest blog post in the history of the internet, we’re going to get right to the picks. We start with yours truly: I haven’t seen a dominant team… Read More FAUCNFFC is underway.
When I got my first look at our front yard buried in 25 inches of snow, I recall thinking: “We’re still going to have piles of snow here in May.” I was wrong, of course. And it looks like our yard is doing all it can to put that nasty month of February behind it:
I had a pretty good weekend, basketballwise: My Bobcats beat Akron on Saturday to win the MAC tournament and secure the conference’s automatic bid to the big show. Even better — we get Georgetown in the first round. While I’m confident in saying that the Harvard on the Hocking can give the Hoyas a run… Read More two for two.
Mrs. Crappy and I are seeing these guys — the Carolina Chocolate Drops — on Thursday night, thanks entirely to Mrs. Crappy. She had heard them on World Cafe a while back and has been dealing with a mild obsession ever since. She has that North Carolina connection with the band — she lived in… Read More a necktie will make you die.