it could happen.
Because it’s happened before.
Tag: hopeless cleveland sports
15. call my agent.
I just finished watching the Niners beat the Bears; even though it was an ugly game — one of the ugliest I’ve seen this season that didn’t involved the Browns — it brought back some interesting memories. Upon the close of the 1995 NFL season, I was kind of stuck. Midway through the fall, the… Read More 15. call my agent.
play ball.
The World Series begins tonight, and yeah, I’ve noticed who the Game 1 starting pitchers are: I was half-heartedly following the Dodgers at the outset of baseball’s postseason, on account of the fact that their roster is lousy with ex-Indians: Jim Thome, Ronnie Belliard, Casey Blake and Manny Ramirez all helped L.A. make it to… Read More play ball.
with flying colors.
After enduring a miserable football weekend, I needed something on Sunday night to pick me up a little bit. And someone definitely came through. Specifically, it was that guy sitting in the front row of the balcony at Mershon a week ago, the one with mics attached to the rail. He’s the one who posted… Read More with flying colors.
bulleted.
I’m not sure if this is an old guy thing or not, but twice in the last two weeks — including last night, unfortunately — I’ve been absolutely unable to go to sleep. It might be that the brain won’t shut down; it might be that the cat is washing while he’s leaning on my… Read More bulleted.
the other six days too.
Shot in Erie by my buddy Bobbo, who couldn’t wait to email it to me.
Uncle Crappy 