Even at age 43, I’m still the biggest kid you’ll ever see at Christmas. I love all the presents, and I can’t wait to get to ’em on the various Christmases Mrs. Crappy and I observe. But as I learned a long time ago, it’s even better to come up with that perfect gift for… Read More give it up.
Saturday was a day of two distinct halves, split by a two-hour nap and a handful of Advil. Part one: Yinz Bowl. The day dawned crisp and cool, an ideal canvass for the gridiron warriors who would battle that day… OK, that’s enough. We had a slightly smaller group of participants for Yinz Bowl II… Read More saturday.
Rather than celebrating the successful completion of NaBloPoMo (Woooo 35 posts in 30 days!), I’m going observe this end by starting something new. Something that’s going to make me insane, and is possibly stupid, but still. Y’all are accustomed to hearing me grumble about being the old guy. It’s mostly something I like to joke… Read More 35. beginning at the end.
Sonofabitch. I missed the birthday of Uncle Crappy. Six years ago yesterday, I wrote the first post for Uncle Crappy, while I was working a night shift at the paper and waiting for some weather to hit Pittsburgh so I could write what was likely the first weather story of that winter (Fun fact —… Read More 34. six.
One of the most fun days I had last year was on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, when we played in the first ever Yinz Bowl. This morning’s game — the second iteration of what promises to be our annual flackle football game — promises to be just as good. A couple things to keep in… Read More 33. brought to you by…
The seal has been broken.
Uncle Crappy 