snow day.
Groomed granular isn’t the ideal thing you want to read on a ski conditions report. But when you haven’t skied for more than two years — and you’re heading to Seven Springs tomorrow — it’s good enough.
Category: Sports
just like the good old days.
Forgive me if I behave like a normal, rational human being for a moment, while discussing college football. I promise you — it’ll last just a minute or two. That’s all the time I’ll need to explain why I’m excited that Michigan landed Jim Harbaugh. (I know, I know. Stick with me for a second,… Read More just like the good old days.
lost hoppertunity.
I had my Kentucky Derby horse. And it would have been perfect. A beer-related name. Trained by Bob Baffert, who is my guy. And he would have worn the silks of co-owner Michael Pegram — a big MP, which, by the way, ARE MY INITIALS AS WELL. Hoppertunity would have been a solid choice too, opening… Read More lost hoppertunity.
blue. grass. bock. town.
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.
wreckage.
I’m accustomed to writing posts about the smoking carnage that is the brackets of my AUCNFFC contestants at this point of the tournament. And the brackets of those entered in the Ninth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown) are no different. Well, actually, they are. If it wasn’t for… Read More wreckage.
thanks, dayton.
One of these years, I will learn this lesson: chalk pays. Sure, I loved hassling those who entered the Ninth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown) without taking any risks. But this year especially, those who did are sitting pretty. Because I don’t start awarding points until we get… Read More thanks, dayton.
