* The baseball tailgate is coming up Saturday afternoon. I’d like to thank those who have already volunteered to bring stuff to help Mrs. Crappy and me feed 35 people. If you haven’t already volunteered, there’s an excellent chance you’re going to be hearing from me soon — as in today — to see what… Read More need to know.
I think got through the entirety of the NHL playoffs without talking without talking to Fred, a native yinzer who now lives in Columbus. That almost changed the day after Game Six of the finals, when he sent me an email suggesting we talk just before Friday’s finale. Gah. I try not to be superstitious,… Read More champs.
It’s not unusual for me to open Google Reader while at work, to check out feeds from other news outlets in the area and, yes, to see what my blogging friends have been up to. On May 10, I noticed a new item had popped up in the feed for Have a Good Sandwich, Mike… Read More need a sandwich.
Our now-legendary Yinz Team exploits began about a year ago, when a bunch of us joined a softball team assembled by TehJim. Since then, there has been bowling, ice skating, flackle football and a seemingly unlimited number of opportunities to go out drinking together. But it all started with softball. And we’re just a couple… Read More battered up.
Today was a good day. I slept in until 9. We shut of the AC when we went to bed, and it didn’t take long for the upstairs to cool off to the point where it was just about exactly perfect. We started the day at Tangers, where I picked up another cool linen shirt.… Read More very nice.
A few years back, I decided have a doctor look at a little sore on my shoulder, that one that didn’t want to heal. It had been there for nearly two years. It would dry up, and I think it was finally going away; then, out of nowhere, it would blister again. I had no… Read More fried.
Uncle Crappy 