This photograph was enough to convince Mrs. Crappy and me to drive from Butler to the Humane Society shelter in Indiana County on Thanksgiving weekend in 2000, with the notion that we’d have a cat in our home for the first time since Cash died a year before. And as it turned out, that one… Read More fourteen years.
On or about this date every March I post what is inevitably the longest post of the year. And that is this one: the one where we go through each and every entry in the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown). (Except for the ones that I miss.… Read More taucnffc (btybb) tipoff.
That’s about how many hours you have left to enter the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown). I’m starting to see a trickle of entries, but when compared with this point in past years, we’re looking at a pretty sparse field. I mean, someone’s going to win a… Read More twenty four.
I gather from the dearth of Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown) entries that we’re having trouble coming up with the kind of quality picks that would warrant a $50 Bocktown gift card. The pressure’s on. I get it. And I’m also here to help. In one of… Read More numbers don’t lie.
Looking forward to a taste of the juice of the barley after work tonight.
Sometimes, the direct ledes are the best ones. Like, say, this: It’s time for the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown). Ten. TEN. TEN YEARS. I can barely remember to put on underwear these days, so I’m going to assume that you, like me, can use a refresher… Read More ten years of wasted time.
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