The Pittsburgh Rugby Football Club hosts its annual Brewfest on Friday. Wanna go? I’ve got a pair of tickets for you. Unsure? Listen — the list of breweries and beers is staggering. It’s three hours of the most fun you’re going to have all year. It’s at Station Square — easy to get to from… Read More 60. brewfest.
There was a time that I didn’t really know that the Cleveland Indians existed. But I knew about the Cincinnati Reds, and I knew about the white-haired guy who guided the Reds through most of the 1970s. I was a huge baseball fan back then, an easy thing for an Ohio kid when the team… Read More 36. the spark.
Y’all remember baseball season? Yeah, me neither. I hadn’t really thought about baseball for weeks until one day in late September, when I opened up Google Reader and saw that Burgh Baby had picked out the contest winners for her season-long Make Room for Crazy battle with Ginny. Don’t remember the details of that one?… Read More 11. loot.
Last week was an odd one, and it left me sort of unmotivated to write about all the cool stuff that was going on while I was in a funk. My cousin’s death had something to do with it; the fact that I changed my normal Sunday-through-Thursday schedule to accommodate some vacations at work probably… Read More weakly.
We take our tailgating pretty seriously. On home game weekends during the fall, we spend a lot of time planning, preparing and executing some pretty impressive spreads, whether we’re sprinting (getting ready for a noon game) or executing an all-day deal (a night game, usually with two complete meals). With the help of a good… Read More 28. tailgating tales.
So when Mrs. Crappy suggested that we take a bike ride down to the North Shore Trail this morning, I said “Sure!” while I thought that the hottest day of the year so far might not actually be the best time to ride down to the trail instead of driving to the parking lot just… Read More we didn’t die.
Uncle Crappy 