I generally frown upon any activity that requires me to get up before 7 a.m. — much less one that forces me to set an alarm for 5:30 — but I have to make an exception for today. Not only did I have a kickass time slinging water for the runners at the Pittsburgh Marathon,… Read More run like hell.
After a thorough research session — meaning I looked up the names and the odds on the internet — I am proud to present to you the official House of Crappy Kentucky Derby Picks: Mrs. Crappy: Sidney’s Candy (Something about hockey, she said). Uncle Crappy: Paddy O’Prado (I’m just digging the name).
You may recall that on the last day of November — quite possibly while I was delirious upon completing yet another National Blog Posting Month — I made you guys a promise: That I would complete the half-marathon portion of the Pittsburgh Marathon. You know, the one that’s being run on Sunday morning. OK. As… Read More on the run.
I have no advice as to what the Stillers should do with their douchebag quarterback. I’m not a Stillers fan; it’s not my place. But if this were to ever happen? I’d never be a Browns fan again.
I’ve been kind of blog-slumping since we got back from Florida. My brain still is on vacation, I think. This will help:
In most respects, I’m not happy about Duke winning the title over Butler last night. But in one very key area, the Blue Devils’ championship was helpful — it saved me the time of having to go back and figure out who would win the Fifth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge if the… Read More faucnffc finale.
Uncle Crappy 