If you and I have: Had a beer Watched hockey Attended a tailgate party Cooked for each other Jumped in the Mon Gone out for dinner Raved about music Choked down a 649 Met for lunch Spent the weekend at each other’s homes Seen a concert Talked on Twitter, by text or even on the… Read More 31. i’m talking to you.
Hm. The Game is over, and it appears I have nothing to talk about. Hey! Bullets! Good news for us: Penn Brewing is coming back, and very soon. Good news for me (if I may brag just a bit): Of the three reporters in town who did stories about Penn’s return, I was one of… Read More 29. post-football bullets.
Hey, look — we painted our front porch last weekend! It’s all one color now! I started NaBloPoMo strong, but last week was fairly easy. With the dust-up over the uniforms, the upcoming Penn State game and our Angels, I had enough to write about to even give me a few extra posts. That momentum… Read More 12. sign of desperation.
A defense that held the conference’s best offense to 201 total yards and one touchdown (which I’m still not certain actually happened). A “beleaguered” quarterback who threw for 125 yards and two touchdowns while running for another 50 and one TD. A team that’s now firmly in the driver’s seat for the conference title. A… Read More 10. gloat.
I’m not sure if this is an old guy thing or not, but twice in the last two weeks — including last night, unfortunately — I’ve been absolutely unable to go to sleep. It might be that the brain won’t shut down; it might be that the cat is washing while he’s leaning on my… Read More bulleted.
* We always start as early as we can for the noon games. I call these the sprints. * Week one is always breakfast. Mrs. Crappy and I came up with two breakfast casseroles, a basic strata with bacon — and extra bacon — and an eggless wonder with ham and cheese. The latter was… Read More first saturday.
Uncle Crappy 