preview.
Sixty-six days. That is all.
sold.
I don’t have a whole lot to add about the rash of celebrity deaths over the next few days, especially when pretty much everything’s already been said over and over and over. But I’m a sucker for someone who can laugh at himself, and anyone who makes a living as an As Seen On TV… Read More sold.
just exactly perfect.
When I consider the weather, the food, the drinks, the game, the fireworks and, most especially, the friends, I can’t imagine how Saturday’s Bucco Tweetup could have been any better. If we don’t make that an annual event, we are out of our collective minds.
tailgating season.
Tailgating season generally doesn’t start until late August at the earliest for me. But it’s always nice to get in some preseason practice. At the request of Jennie, Mrs. Crappy and I are hosting the tailgate party prior to tomorrow night’s Pirates game. Mrs. Crappy and I are pretty good at this stuff; we organize… Read More tailgating season.
not what i expected.
So I promised a while back that I wasn’t going to write about the Indians until they reached .500 for the season. I can see by now that my pledge would mean not writing about them at all this summer, and I couldn’t really get away with that. Could I? Should I? A brutal combination… Read More not what i expected.
need to know.
* The baseball tailgate is coming up Saturday afternoon. I’d like to thank those who have already volunteered to bring stuff to help Mrs. Crappy and me feed 35 people. If you haven’t already volunteered, there’s an excellent chance you’re going to be hearing from me soon — as in today — to see what… Read More need to know.
Uncle Crappy 