yogaversary.

Two years ago Sunday, I walked down the hill in Grandview Park on Mount Washington, accompanied by some pretty significant misgivings, for my first yoga class. In spite of my nerves, that morning was close to perfect: sunny and warm, but not at all uncomfortable. Two years later — on Sunday morning — I walked down same… Read More yogaversary.

water slinging.

I have a perfectly good reason to show up on Western Avenue at 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning. Just like some of you guys will have a perfectly good reason run down Western Avenue a few hours later. Yep. Mrs. Crappy and I are working the Pittsburgh Marathon water station on Western Avenue —… Read More water slinging.

dagger.

It took a last-second three-pointer for Villanova to get past the Tar Heels and win college basketball’s 2015-16 national championship. AJ didn’t need any last second histrionics to win the Eleventh Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown). And he didn’t actually need anything in particular to happen in Monday’s championship… Read More dagger.

showtime.

That’s Chrissy. And this is the pose — a variation of it, anyway — that caused me to freak out a bit while trying to decide whether to attend Chrissy’s workshop this weekend. Here’s your spoiler alert: I am so happy I did. My yoga workshop weekend, Day Two: I knew going in that I didn’t… Read More showtime.