It’s a pretty simple theme. And all you have to do to take advantage is find the guy in the red hat.
As we’ve done for several years, we’re volunteering again at a Pittsburgh Marathon fluid station. As we done for not quite as many years, we’re working the Mile 6 station, on Western Avenue near the Humane Society’s North Side shelter. And as we’ve been able to do since we’ve worked that station, we hope to set up on the right side of the street — for those of you who are running — near First Niagara Bank.
So if you’re running on Sunday morning, look for me and the same red Ohio
State bucket hat I wear every year. Find me, and that’s where the tag line comes in:
Hugs. High fives. And the best water on the course.
That’s about how many hours you have left to enter the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown).
I’m starting to see a trickle of entries, but when compared with this point in past years, we’re looking at a pretty sparse field. I mean, someone’s going to win a $50 Bocktown gift card — it might as well be you.
1) A text conversation with Mrs. Crappy that ended with us concluding that a Florida trip — our first financially feasible one in years — is in order later this year. E: How do we go about inviting ourselves to Naples this summer?
2) Another text conversation with Mrs. Crappy, this time about getting burgers at Benjamin’s for dinner. It’s a bit dicey for me to write about this, because Mrs. Crappy has probably changed her mind about dinner seven or eight times this afternoon. But I remain hopeful that a Candied Jalapeno Burger — that’s candied jalapeno cream cheese and applewood-smoked bacon — is in my very near future.
Getting our Crappy selves to Chicago for the Dead/Trey shows isn’t happening, but we’re looking at a pretty good musical run in the coming weeks nonetheless. And that’s a good thing — I know I can really use the break.
What’s coming? I’m so glad you asked:
Sunday: moe., at Mr. Small’s. They’re pretty much an annual Pittsburgh thing for us. A 15-minute “Plane Crash” would be awesome.
The week after that: The Traveling McCourys and Bill Nershi of String Cheese Incident, at the Rex Theater. A badly needed bluegrass fix for me.
The week after that: The Decemberists, at the Benedum Center. I wouldn’t be terribly disappointed if they don’t play “Row Jimmy” for Mrs. Crappy’s birthday show — but I’d be awfully happy if they did.
A few weeks after that: Skinny Moo, at the Greenville Inn in Chagrin Falls, Ohio. One word: Legendary.