And doing it as best I know how: * Florida was fabulous. The kids are amazing little people — getting more grown up by the minute — and my sister and BIL are doing a great job with them. Mrs. Crappy and I got to the beach four of the six days we were there.… Read More catching up, grumpy edition.
I may watch this every morning until the Stanley Cup Playoffs are done.
We’ve been to watching parties before, most notably outside Columbus Crew Stadium, to watch World Cup matches last year and in 2006. Those have been a blast; we weren’t there for last year’s game against Algeria, but the reaction in the tent outside the stadium for a USA goal is always something like this: I’ve… Read More it’s a party.
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 