Author Archive for Uncle Crappy
two.
not superstitious.
In 2012, my helmet-stripe underpants — picked by you guys — served me very well.
And that’s why I’m asking for your help again this year.
As you may recall, a year ago I asked for your help with picking out the boxer shorts I wear for each Saturday during the season, a habit I choose to refer to as a “tradition” rather than a “superstition.” And going with the pick you guys made, Ohio State ran through an undefeated season.
And maybe those helmet-stripe boxers are a good place to start. Do they have another 12 straight wins in them? Or 13? Or even 14? Or did I use up all of their luck in 2012?
I’m counting on you guys to come up with those answers.
Your contenders:
And here’s the deal: I’ll have all six pairs with me in Columbus this weekend. Once I finish loading the truck — probably about 6:30 Saturday morning, if all goes as planned — I’ll check the vote totals. The leader at that point will be the pick for the season.
Thank you once again for your support.
three.
best damn band(s) in the land.
The NCAA has a question, one that we should all take a moment to answer:
What was the best halftime performance in college football in 2012?
I won’t tell you how you should vote, but you should probably consider the video game performance by the Ohio State marching band; it’s listed at the top of your voting options, as well as available for your review below:
And although it’s not an official option, it’s a shame that this one wasn’t also considered:
Ahem.
four.
buffalo preview.
Via Eleven Warriors, here’s pretty much the only recap of Urban’s Monday press conference you need to see:
still summer.
As the home opener approaches every year, I want nothing more than to wake up on game day and be greeted by cool, fall air as I open the garage door and begin loading the truck.
And for the opener, at least, that almost never happens.
It’s not going to happen this year either. With tremendous disappointment, I present my annual weather forecast roundup for Saturday’s game against Buffalo:
Sigh.