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Your Pittsburgh-area forecast: When we move to Canada, it won’t be because of a politician. It’ll be because they still have winter up there.
Your Pittsburgh-area forecast: When we move to Canada, it won’t be because of a politician. It’ll be because they still have winter up there.
UPDATE: A number of people whose opinions about college football I respect have pointed out that I could be wrong about this, especially when considering short-term pain (yet another freaking SEC championship) versus long-term pain (Oh, god, Notre Dame fans shut up already). Perhaps I should reconsider. Or perhaps I should just watch the end of… Read More unpleasant decisions.
You know what will instantly wash away all of the hassles of the previous year? Jumping in an icy river on January 1. After my initial doubts, I went back to the Mon for the fifth-straight year — and I’m glad I did. This year was not without some unusual problems. Jenda somehow managed to… Read More out of the gate.
Whew. That year, 2012, was rough in a lot of ways. As you may have gathered from my six-month sabbatical. But when we were able to set aside the pain-in-the-ass stuff, 2012 was also a lot of fun — shows, football, family … and more friends than I could begin to count. I’ve done some… Read More still sappy.
After a little begging and pleading, I am pleased to say that enough of you have volunteered to come out to the Mon Wharf on Tuesday morning that I’ll safely be able to plunge for the fifth straight year without worrying about breaking Mrs. Crappy’s Have Enough People To Haul Uncle Crappy’s Carcass Out Of… Read More yinz guys are awesome. and stupid.
Until a few days ago, I was a bit ambivalent about the annual Jumping In The Mon On New Year’s Day ritual, but as the day approaches, I’m swinging back towards really wanting to carry on the tradition. And so I need your help. Mrs. Crappy has to work on New Year’s Day, and won’t… Read More swimming.