My Oscar acceptance speech for April: * Thanks to The Wife. Because a last-minute burst of conscience, we didn’t go to Philly last weekend. A mild bummer, but probably the right move, because I’m almost broke and payday is one week from today. * Thanks to the candidates I really needed to talk to; it… Read More thanks.
Lots of time constraints on Uncle Crappy this week, so I may not show up as frequently as I normally would. First, there’s Monday, the unyielding deadline for our pre-election package o’ stuff for the paper. Only three stories for me, but there’s capsules on every contested race in our respective areas, and that, my… Read More philly, yo.
The consensus of my closest advisors, as it pertains to the reunion and my reaction to it, seems to be this: Shut the fuck up and go, already. Done. I’ll see y’all at Moretti’s in July.
Mitch Albom should have known better. Albom is a sports columnist for the Detroit Free Press, a job he’s held for somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 years. In that role, he is one of the best-known and most-respected newspaper journalists in the country. Albom also hosts a daily radio talk show in Detroit. It’s… Read More disgrace.
A special for Roy: I’ve got Tettamanzi and Arinze in the finals, with the Italian taking advantage of the home-court crowd to win the title. And Duke? Against Napier? It’s my uspet special, baaaaybeeee! Naaapierrrr, moving on to the Ecumenical Eight! Actually, I don’t think Vitale could even pronounce “ecumenical.”
For me, class reunions are worse than birthdays. I don’t know why that is, and I don’t know why I’m already getting worked up about my 20th class reunion, coming up in July. But there is it, already. Here’s a history: In 1990, I found myself being pretty anxious as the date of my first… Read More a sort of homecoming.
