Our now-legendary Yinz Team exploits began about a year ago, when a bunch of us joined a softball team assembled by TehJim. Since then, there has been bowling, ice skating, flackle football and a seemingly unlimited number of opportunities to go out drinking together. But it all started with softball. And we’re just a couple… Read More battered up.
I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.
Some people, like Bill Guerin on the left, can grow a good playoff beard. Some people, like Sidney Crosby, get points for the effort. Since about a week before the NHL playoffs began, my goatee has been untouched by anything but shampoo and a comb. Put me in, coach. I’m old and slow, but I’ll… Read More hairy.
See y’all tomorrow.
I had a long, nasty night at work. I’m finishing a bomber of Ommegang’s Hennepin. That helps. I’m also listening to the Scents and Subtle Sounds from our Phish show in Camden in 2004. That helps even more. I’ve written about this song before. It’s pointless for me to listen to it while it’s still… Read More so ready.
Today was a good day. I slept in until 9. We shut of the AC when we went to bed, and it didn’t take long for the upstairs to cool off to the point where it was just about exactly perfect. We started the day at Tangers, where I picked up another cool linen shirt.… Read More very nice.
Uncle Crappy 