you. yes, you.

If you and I have:

  • Had a beer
  • Watched hockey
  • Attended a tailgate party
  • Cooked for each other
  • Jumped in the Mon
  • Gotten sloppy over sangria
  • Gone out for dinner
  • Raved about music
  • Choked down a 649
  • Traded soup
  • Met for lunch
  • Sat around a campfire
  • Seen a concert
  • Talked on Twitter, by text or even on the damn telephone
  • Played softball
  • Gone running
  • Traded blog comments
  • Cheered each other’s successes
  • Helped each other up when things weren’t so good
  • Smiled, laughed or cried
  • Been there for each other, even in seemingly insignificant ways

in the last year, I so am thankful to have you in my life.

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all.


And that’s what happens when I’m left unsupervised in the newsroom for eight hours.

Have a great Fourth of July, y’all.

done swam again.

The air was around 50 degrees, but the water was still more than cold enough to make Yinz Team Polar Bear Plunge III a worthy successor to the first two years.

We didn’t have as many jumpers this year, but we picked up two three first-timers — fellow newspaper curmudgeon Arthur, Mr. PittGirl David and brand-new Yinz Teamer Mel.

And we had a ton of people come out to laugh and point cheer for the swimmers as we all slogged through the mud to get to the muddy river.

And here it is — your annual look at Uncle Crappy in a bathing suit:

Afterwards, we headed to Ruggers, where the World’s Greatest Bartender — also known as AAA here at Uncle Crappy — suffered though illness to make sure we were all fed and, uh, hydrated.

And with yet another year of frigid New Year’s Day swimming under my belt, I still cannot think of a reason why I shouldn’t do this again next year. There is no better way to start a brand new year, and as Sorg says in the video: after the plunge, the rest of the year seems easy.

The pictures from the Mon Wharf all were taken by the fabulous Burgh Baby. Click each picture to go to the Flickr page for that image, or click here to take a look at the entire set. Thanks, Michelle.

plunge party.

I have no idea how many people to expect at the Polar Bear Plunge on Saturday morning, but I do know the details:

The Time: Expect to arrive around 8:45 a.m. and swim — if you’re swimming — around 9:30.

The Place: The Mon Wharf, otherwise known as the parking area underneath the Parkway East that floods anytime someone sneezes. The entrance — a ramp down to the lot — is at Wood Street and Fort Pitt Boulevard:

(Follow that yellow sign to the right, boys and girls…)

The specific place: The Crappy Entourage will try to arrive around 8:30. We’ll tweet our location as soon as we get set up, but I suspect we’ll be close to where we were a year ago (the side of the lot closer to the Point).

The event: As I said before, if you’re swimming, everyone starts jumping in around 9:30. If you’re a newbie, here’s what to expect: Cold. Really cold. Colder than anything you’ve ever experienced. But that lasts just a few minutes once you get out of the water and into warm towels, blankets and clothes. If you’re not swimming, be prepared to help people out of the water, take pictures or shoot video and and yell for the nutjobs who are.

The after part: I am pleased to say that after the plunge, we’ll be returning to our original post-plunge celebration location: Ruggers Pub, on the South Side:

Our after party will be hosted by AAA, generally known here at Uncle Crappy as The World’s Greatest Bartender, and I’m told we’ll also have the kitchen fired up and ready for us by 10 a.m. After we eat and drink, I imagine no one would mind if you stay at Ruggers for the Winter Classic — if they get the game in — or for all 83 bowl games televised on New Year’s Day.

I can’t think of a better way to start 2011 that a dip in 40-degree water, followed by beer and cheeseburgers with some of my best friends anywhere. I hope to see you there.

79. helpful.

With a little assistance from Miles, we’re pretty much ready for Christmas. All that’s left tonight? The eating, the drinking and the watching of the Christmas televsion specials.