Let’s start there. Next year, when I start writing about college basketball, I need someone to remind me that I am not to pick Pitt to win a single game in the NCAA tournament ever. Ever. I don’t care if they’re playing the Washington Generals. Never, ever again. I can take some solace in the… Read More 21. reminder.
I’ve been trying to write up a pot about Jim Treel and Ohio tate’ elf-impoed penaltie for mot of the evening, but the goddamn S key on the netbook keep ticking. I’m full of jambalaya and beer, and I think I’m going to get ome leep intead. Ye, I’m eriou.
Two things led me to get Taco Bell for lunch today: A brief Twitter discussion yesterday about the joys of the Yum Brands hybrid restaurants — Kentucky Fried Pizza Bell! — got the ball rolling. I was in the neighborhood of the Pizza Bell/Taco Hut in Center Township, Beaver County at lunchtime today. Boom. Taco… Read More still hungry.
My whole life has been a lie. I was stunned to read last week that I was not, in fact, a Libra, as I had been led to believe for all 44 years I’ve been alive. An instructor with the Minnesota Planetarium Society told the Minneapolis Star Tribune last week that the Moon’s gravitational… Read More a changed man.
Is it too much to ask that the Winter Classic be about hockey? I am certain that I’m the only person around for miles who is bothered by the fact that Jerome Bettis and Franco Harris have to join Mario Lemieux and an Army veteran to drop the ceremonial puck at the start of this weekend’s game. We’re hosting the… Read More losing battle.
Earlier today, we talked about how I’m planning on starting New Year’s Day. What I’m having some trouble with is what happens later. The last two years, we’ve come home from the post-swim mean and parked on the couch. There is food, sure, but the big deal? January 1 is college football’s holy day and… Read More 77. torn.
Uncle Crappy 