Earlier today, we talked about how I’m planning on starting New Year’s Day. What I’m having some trouble with is what happens later. The last two years, we’ve come home from the post-swim mean and parked on the couch. There is food, sure, but the big deal? January 1 is college football’s holy day and… Read More 77. torn.
A while back, my friend Kim asked me if I would contribute to a new series at a sports blog where her posts show up once in a while. The blog, Draft Day Suit, was looking for contributors to a bunch of posts titled Why I Love… This is an easy one for Uncle Crappy,… Read More 73. homage.
I kind of stomped on someone’s head a little while ago; I probably shouldn’t have, but I came across something on Twitter that struck a nerve. I don’t follow this person, so I was watching the discussion through comments and re-tweets of those who do. I was curious about a couple of those — all… Read More 61. what i meant.
I wanted an early tailgate. I wanted big plates of sausage. I wanted breakfast. I wanted a cold-weather game. I wanted a sixth-straight Big Ten title. I wanted to beat Michigan for the seventh year in a row. I got them all today. And now I want to go to bed. Because we got up… Read More 58. fulfilled.
I’ve talked a bunch in the past about the difficulties I’ve had with the prospect of tinkering with the Big Ten’s football schedule. There is a rhythm to football season, and I’ve always thought that moving stuff around would mean significant changes to the flow of November. I’ve known for a while that the addition… Read More 57. concerned.
Stolen from the Facebook page of our college friend Rachael, who stole it from someone else, who probably stole it from someone else. Regardless of its origin, it pretty much says all it needs to.
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