Whew. That year, 2012, was rough in a lot of ways. As you may have gathered from my six-month sabbatical. But when we were able to set aside the pain-in-the-ass stuff, 2012 was also a lot of fun — shows, football, family … and more friends than I could begin to count. I’ve done some… Read More still sappy.
After a little begging and pleading, I am pleased to say that enough of you have volunteered to come out to the Mon Wharf on Tuesday morning that I’ll safely be able to plunge for the fifth straight year without worrying about breaking Mrs. Crappy’s Have Enough People To Haul Uncle Crappy’s Carcass Out Of… Read More yinz guys are awesome. and stupid.
Until a few days ago, I was a bit ambivalent about the annual Jumping In The Mon On New Year’s Day ritual, but as the day approaches, I’m swinging back towards really wanting to carry on the tradition. And so I need your help. Mrs. Crappy has to work on New Year’s Day, and won’t… Read More swimming.
We all know the Yinzteam Polar Bear Plunge is tomorrow morning. For those of you who are joining us — swimming or support — here are the details: * The Crappys — including my parents — will in the Mon Wharf lot by 8:30. As we’ve done the past two years, we’re going to park… Read More swimming eve.
Yes, I’m going to do it again. Yes, we’ll be in the Mon Wharf parking lot, on the side closer to the Point, by 9 a.m. Sunday. Yes, I still think this is the best way possible to start the new year. No, it’s not going to be as warm as it was last Jan.… Read More swim (volume four).
A few minutes after 10 a.m. Saturday, I crossed the mat on North Shore Drive, set to run for 3.1 miles. Thirty-six minutes and fifty-two seconds later, I was done. Tired. And awfully happy. I was really concerned about my pace at first — I was pretty keyed up and didn’t want to start too… Read More done (with some help).
Uncle Crappy 