Sister Jean says it’s go time. And we never argue with Sister Jean. Because you never argue with a Chicago nun. But we don’t need to be afraid of Sister Jean — or of rogue yardsticks: There is championship basketball on our screens and the Fourteenth Kind Of Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge… Read More FKOAUCNFFC (BTYBPP*) tip off.
Folks, it’s crunch time. If you’re entering the Fourteenth Kind Of Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Piper’s Pub*), you’ve got just a little while — noon today, specifically — to get your entries in to me. If you’re still on the fence about entering, let met remind you of… Read More out of time (almost).
An NCAA tournament without Coach K and Dook? Eh. We’ll manage. The Fourteenth Kind Of Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Piper’s Pub*) without you? That would be a shame. But you’re in luck, boys and girls! Unlike years past, the first round of the NCAA tournament doesn’t start until… Read More with or without you.
It’s been a decade or more since we’ve had a functioning oven in our house. As it turns out, finding a replacement 24-inch gas wall oven is significantly more difficult — and more expensive — than one might expect. Much of the time, I don’t miss it. And by “much of the time,” I mean… Read More comfort. italian style.
When I finished up with my Army-sponsored field trip of Bavaria and was getting ready to return to Athens, I got myself a present: a new mountain bike for riding between my apartment at West State and Shaffer and OU’s campus. I’ve never done much actual mountain biking, but my 26-year-old purple Giant Butte (known… Read More old bike. old guy.
You guys will recall that I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes two summers ago. You may also recall that I wasn’t especially happy about it. Since then, it’s been kind of a struggle. I did really well early on, but recently I’ve been a bit lazy, especially about running … even though it was… Read More take the ride.
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