A note about the title: It has nothing to do with Christmas gifts. Before one wraps anything, one must actually begin to purchase said gifts. Yikes. The parents arrived late Friday afternoon, and after a pre-dinner drink, we headed to Las Velas for dinner. We were met there by Mr. Burns, who took a minute… Read More wrapped.
If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Met for lunch Spent the weekend at each other’s homes Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or even on the… Read More 31. i’m talking to you.
The day was perfect. The tailgate party was perfect. The band was perfect. And while the game wasn’t quite perfect, it’s tough to top an overtime win that clinches a Rose Bowl appearance. There will be plenty of football discussion this week — after all, it’s what we call around here the Best Week Of… Read More 17. as good as it gets.
There are times when it is advantageous to live in Florida. If Mrs. Crappy and I make it down to my sister’s new house in Naples this spring — when the weather in Pittsburgh is struggling to do anything but be rainy and cold — I’ll be happy to remind you about that. There are… Read More fall for a floridian.
Seventeen years ago — give or take a couple weeks — I was walking through the offices of the student paper at OU when I noticed the new GA writer, the one with glasses and long hair. Whoa. Ten years ago today, the new girl and I got married. When I found Mrs. Crappy all… Read More ten.
I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.
Uncle Crappy 