A weekday lift ticket at Seven Springs: $41. One of those neoprene mask things that will freeze solid once my nose starts running: $13. Pennsylvania Turnpike tolls between Monroeville and the Donegal exit: I’m not sure, but it’s probably up to $82 by now. Fee to have an ER doc saw off my frostbitten fingertips:… Read More I’m gone.
I generally have no problem with doing stupid things. Stupid and potentially dangerous is something else. After a brief reminder of what single-digit temperatures feel like this morning — the kick-ass little weather monitor thing The Wife just bought for me says it’s 6 in my backyard — I’m wondering about the wisdom of going… Read More advice.
Hi. It’s snowing. And I’m not skiing. Yet. In the meantime, here’s a few things: For the first time in the history of Uncle Crappy, the domain I should have been using all along is active. Unclecrappy.com will direct you back here. Try it for yourself: unclecrappy.com Yes. The site looks a little different. Just… Read More look: bullets.
Welcome to Winter Sports Week. Not that either of my activities really qualify as sports, but it’s time to quit sitting around and get outside. Winter Sports Week actually started Friday, when Annoyed Angel and Scottsweep organized a Yinz Team skating night at the rink in Schenley Park. I think my experience was similar to… Read More ’tis the season.
So. The Steelers and the Ravens play on Sunday for the AFC championship. You’ll forgive me if I’m less than thrilled. Bitter? Yep. Here’s why: It’s not just recent history, either. In reverse order: I remember the promise of a new coach in the early 1990s, a guy who had worked for Parcells and would… Read More bitter.
This hasn’t been a good holiday season for the Big Ten. I’m hoping that changes tonight. With the exception of Iowa, Big Ten teams have been crushed over and over in this year’s bowl games, most notably in the Rose Bowl last week, when Southern Cal buried Penn State. I have a double shot at… Read More redemption.
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