Fred and Ethel are on their way for our annual Get A Room In A Downtown Hotel So There’s No Driving Involved Weekend. This year’s itinerary includes: Three Rivers Arts Festival. Gotta buy some more $800 purses. The 12th Annual Pennsylvania Microbrewers’ Festival, at Penn Brewing. Thirty breweries. Three hours. Sweet merciful jesus. Pirates vs.… Read More ouch (in advance).
These updates are just too easy. We’re getting ready for a weekend in Columbus, the first time we’ve been home since, I think, February. It’s shaping up to be a nice, low-stress time — pizza with the folks on Friday night, an iPod/iTunes lesson for my father, mother and The Wife, and then a take-out… Read More buncha.
Prompted by a discussion I heard on ESPN radio a couple weeks ago, I’ve been thinking a lot about this time of year and how completely awesome it is in terms of sports. You may be surprised to hear that a college football freak like me looks forward to spring as much as I do.… Read More ahh.
It’s not unusual for western Pennsylvania to be a bit behind the times. But in the case of the vernal equinox, we’re actually not lagging too much — only a month or so. Here’s how I can tell: * I can drive to and from work, music playing loudly, with the windows down. No shivering… Read More that’s nice.
That’s for HP, a regular Uncle Crappy reader, Kewyson, another regular Uncle Crappy reader, and the Coochie Doctor, who’s looked at Uncle Crappy maybe once. Hah. That’s for Pennsylvanians everywhere, on the eve of Penn State’s Big Ten quarterfinal game against my Buckeyes. And that’s for all of us. Because as soon as all this… Read More dedications.
I had no idea what a big freaking deal the Bassmaster Classic would be, and as a result I spent the entire weekend marveling at the spectacle. The picture here, snapped by The Wife on Sunday, is of Kevin VanDam, the dude who ended up winning the tournament and the $200,000 check that goes with… Read More holy crap.
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