As far as we know, Punxsutawney Phil is probably already ensconced in his stump at Gobbler’s Knob by now, ready to make his prediction tomorrow morning. It’s televised live in Pennsylvania, and I’ll be sure to haul my ass out of bed in time to watch. Memo to Phil: Cold and snowy, baby. Think cold… Read More stumped.
There are a shitload of people who reach Uncle Crappy while searching for information about K2’s Mystery Luv skis, a women’s ski meant for those who are just starting out. I have no technical information to offer you, but I can say that The Wife loves her skis, which she bought last year. They’re soft,… Read More it’s a mystery.
Sorry. Getting caught up with work, dealing with hangovers, taking care of business, just being lazy. Cooking. Eating. Rocking. Rolling. Zigging. Zagging. Sleeping. Waking. Baking. And now I’m back. While Uncle Crappy was away: * Winter ended. That’s been part of my alarming lack of focus since I last posted. No more college football, and… Read More ready. go.
The skiing was very nice today, especially in the morning, when we had an actual Pennsylvania powder day. A great time. And then I skied for several more hours. And now, I hurt. And I even stretched. Some. Jesus, it’s like I was almost 40 or something…
No bathroom humor. Just snow. I know Uncle Crappy’s friends in Cleveland are already tired of seeing it (DD, on Tuesday night: “Every time they tell us there’s an inch coming, we get a freakin’ half-foot.”) but as I’ve mentioned, there hasn’t been enough here to satisfy my tastes. But that should get fixed starting… Read More dump.
OK, I’m not setting aside the skiing obsession — in fact, it looks like The Wife and I will be able to head to New York to kick off the season either Thursday or Friday — but I can’t let this go without comment: Ohio State and Notre Dame in the Fiesta Bowl Jan. 2.… Read More huge.
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