I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t yet addressed the looming Big Ten expansion here for a couple of reasons: 1) The whole thing still makes me a little grumpy. 2) I thought we had a little time before things actually started happening. And then things actually started happening. Specifically, the Pac-10 made it known that it… Read More 10. addition.
When I wrote a year ago about joining the Burgh Moms and Dads on their walk around the north shore — the annual fundraiser for the March of Dimes — I was proud to say that our group of friends had successfully finished a YinzTeam baby boom, all babies present and accounted for. Mrs. Crappy… Read More not done walking.
This will perhaps be the most anti-climatic post in the history of Uncle Crappy, but here we go: The Jim Lokay-Tall Cathy Mariachi Night Tequila Dance. Background: That morning, Jim — whom you may or may not know is the greatest television traffic guy of all time — and I and a crew of the… Read More at one time, this was a big deal.
I try to avoid crossing the work and personal streams here, but this one is too good to not mention. A few years ago, I had a regular place for beer writing — besides here, I mean — in the monthly entertainment tab my paper produced. It was a great gig, and it gave me… Read More another round.
It’s true that I’m in sunny Florida, soaking up sunshine and beer that I’ve never seen before. But such is my dedication to yinz guys that I haven’t forgotten the Fifth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge. Of course, we’ve already documented the collective crashing and burning of the tournament’s first weekend. And… Read More the wreckage that is FAUCNFFC.
I still don’t have any idea who’s going to be the Fifth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge winner. But I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be me.
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