we’re going.
I may watch this every morning until the Stanley Cup Playoffs are done.
Category: Sports
home stretch.
I’m mostly recovered from Ohio State’s stunning second-half collapse against Kansas last night — as well as our trip to Florida via Chicago — that I think I can string together a reasonably coherent progress report on the Seventh Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown). Or maybe not. Hey,… Read More home stretch.
blutarsky time.
We’ve started racking up points in the Seventh Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown); we’ve also figured out that we have a pretty good number of entries that just ain’t going anywhere. I’ve broken these down by points and those who have more points to earn. Let’s take a… Read More blutarsky time.
nipples.
I — we — had a good morning. Mrs. Crappy and I set off from the parking lot along the North Shore Trail a little after 9 this morning. Eight and a half miles later, I returned to the car. Mrs. Crappy? She did five miles, running most of the way. I am pleased, for… Read More nipples.
answered.
Let’s go back to September 1999, when I was faced with a tough decision. No, it wasn’t whether I would marry Mrs. Crappy; I went ahead and did that on Sept. 25 that year, and I’m still happy I did. The decision came a week earlier, when OU, the Crappys’ alma mater, sent its… Read More answered.
doubt.
About a mile into my run tonight, I started feeling a pain at the top of my right leg. Actually, that’s not right. At first, it just felt tight. That turned to a pain, and got sharper and sharper by the minute. It was warm tonight, warmer than any day I had run on… Read More doubt.
Uncle Crappy 