I’ve never been to Rhode Island. I now have a reason to go. Mrs. Crappy has a subscription to Cook’s Country magazine and we received a new issue last week. The magazine publishes an index of sorts on back cover, and as soon as I looked at the new one, I saw something I knew… Read More dy-no-mite.
I should know better than to stroll through the produce section of Whole Foods A) while I’m hungry and B) just two days after I get paid. But in our most recent trip, it worked out well. Because there it was, a display of good-sized, bright green artichokes. Three chokes for five bucks. And after… Read More choked.
We have a Final Four — and that means we also have the first set of official standings in the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown). At this point, those of us who have made correct Final Four picks get two points per team, and that’s most of… Read More making a point.
On or about this date every March I post what is inevitably the longest post of the year. And that is this one: the one where we go through each and every entry in the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown). (Except for the ones that I miss.… Read More taucnffc (btybb) tipoff.
Sometimes, the direct ledes are the best ones. Like, say, this: It’s time for the Tenth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought to you by Bocktown). Ten. TEN. TEN YEARS. I can barely remember to put on underwear these days, so I’m going to assume that you, like me, can use a refresher… Read More ten years of wasted time.
I’m accustomed to writing posts about the smoking carnage that is the brackets of my AUCNFFC contestants at this point of the tournament. And the brackets of those entered in the Ninth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown) are no different. Well, actually, they are. If it wasn’t for… Read More wreckage.
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