It’s not you. It’s me. Just about every single interaction I had with other people today — in the office, on the phone, on Twitter, at the store — left me grinding my teeth. In a couple of instances — like with the clerk at Home Depot who thought suggesting that I get a cart… Read More foul.
But the music — whether we’re talking about the steady stream of old stuff the band continues to release or tours by Furthur, Ratdog, Phil, the Rhythm Devils, etc. — is alive and well.
For the last 10 years or so, I’ve been fortunate to be part of a regular tailgate party in Columbus, with my family and the best friends I have anywhere. As you guys know, Ohio State football and the associated parties are a huge part of our lives every fall, and it takes a lot… Read More we are killer nuts.
Underclassmen report to campus today. Fall practices begin tomorrow. In 29 days and about four hours, we’ll be setting up our first tailgate of the 2010 season. I might be a little excited about this.
I used to give myself a massive case of the heebie-jeebies as I drove between Athens and Pittsburgh when Mrs. Crappy was still in school. Between Marietta and Belpre, there is a series of industrial plants — power plants and chemical plants, mainly — and especially at night, driving by the hulking scaffolds and towers… Read More freaking.
At noon on September 18, the Ohio University Bobcats, the football team of my Alma Mater, visits Ohio Stadium in Columbus to play the Ohio State Buckeyes, that, uh, other college football team that seems to monopolize my attention every fall. This fall’s meeting will be just the third time OU has played Ohio State… Read More wouldn’t miss it.
Uncle Crappy 