My watch says there’s one minute of Sunday left. And I hate to post a weak placeholder thing for a second day in a row … but here you go. See, Sundays at work are usually pretty quiet. I was counting on having time to write an actual post. You know, about something meaningful. Like… Read More 27. WAITWAITWAITWAIT…
Gosh, Coach Miles — all that weeping about being true to Louisiana State just became kinda silly, huh?
What I did: Post a 1,200-word recap of the weekend. Included several pictures, including one of me, uh, manhandling my folks’ inflatable Brutus Buckeye. What I learned: I should have skipped the words and the rest of the pictures and just posted the photo of Brutus and me. Uncle Crappy: Gleefully making an ass of… Read More 21. RE: brutus.
It’s about 9:30 Monday night, and I’m just now feeling almost back to normal after that weekend. Wow. Here’s the details: * Thursday: Travel to Columbus and several stops in preparation for Saturday before we actually arrived at my folks’ home. Oh, and a stop at La Casita for a quick carnitas burrito before heading… Read More 20. weekend, redux.
Dom. In. A. Tion. We’ll see you in Pasadena.
When I was a kid, here is how things worked. Ohio State goes undefeated, beats Michigan to win the Big Ten title and goes to the Rose Bowl. Last week’s loss was disappointing, but I love that today’s game has that same kind of old-school flavor. Are you ready? I am.
Uncle Crappy 