It’s a good thing — for both of us — that my friend Andrea reminded me that the drawing for the extra Craft Beer School ticket was supposed to be tonight, because it would have slipped my mind completely. Seeing as we had just two entries — there were six comments on the post, but… Read More we’ve got a winner.
Actually, let me amend that: Gambling is bad, unless you win. Back in March, I noticed that my OU Bobcats were to play a first-round game against the Georgetown Hoyas in the NCAA basketball tournament; I immediately got in touch with by friend and former colleague Robyn, who proudly possesses not one but two degrees… Read More gambling is bad.
Game Seven. Do it.
I freaking love this.
When I wrote a year ago about joining the Burgh Moms and Dads on their walk around the north shore — the annual fundraiser for the March of Dimes — I was proud to say that our group of friends had successfully finished a YinzTeam baby boom, all babies present and accounted for. Mrs. Crappy… Read More not done walking.
On one hand, we have Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Semifinal Series between the Pens and Montreal. On the other hand, we have an evening in a middle school auditorium, listening to a presentation about bond issues and construction contracts. Guess which one I’ll be doing on Wednesday night. Crap.
Uncle Crappy 