We'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite!!

In many ways the Yankees are similar to the rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. They look like they could be good for you but in reality they are vile, dangerous creatures that need to be destroyed. The Sox go in for round two starting tonight and I will be watching. Here's to hoping the Sox have the holy hand grenade of Antioch.

Corry Unis, you are no longer dead to me. For the audience members that do not know Corry, he is a friend of mine and former co-worker who recently left the office for a new job. The majority of my office is women and Corry was just about the lone source of testosterone, except for CJ who works sporadic hours and our friend "Sucks at Life" who need not be mentioned in this tale. Fans of toastedblog may say, working with a bunch of ladies, that must be just all right, all right. It's not all its cracked up to be; there is no escape from the constant gossip. Anywho, after not hearing from him for quite a bit, even after several bar invitations, he received the subtitle of "dead to me". But no more!! A good conversation can fix all of that.

So, we have a big rugby match coming up tommorrow against the Cortland Thundering Herd. Aside from us, they are the best team in our division this year. Yours truly will be playing his first game at outside center as oppossed to wing. That means, more hits. Good times indeed!!

My friend Chukes (Michelle) is pissed at the Toast. Plans have been made every now and then to hang out and it seems that lately I have bailed on some. Its true, I have. But not with the intention of hurting Chukes. Now, I haven't talked to her since Saturday night, the night before an angry voicemail was left. I am using this time to allow her to cool down but trust me friends and audience, I was not trying to make her upset. I need to find a way to get Chukes happy again; any ideas??

And now, in closing, here are a few random thoughts; lets just call then Toasted Thoughts, shall we??

-Its Fall. When the hell did that happen??

-I am pretty sure that the chinese buffet is the bane of human existance.

-Have you ever taken a train and eaten it, piece by piece, after you just derailed it with your penis? (oh Mr. Show)

-Do pro wrestlers actually believe their sport is real, the way they always state: "I don't care how many belts I've won over the years, this next match is the most important of my career" makes me think the answer is a nonsubtle YES.

-Any time you see Hawaiian shirts on a movie poster, it's never a good sign

-Does anyone else think Brian Austin Green watches Justin Timberlake's career unfold and says to himself, "Wait a second, what did I do wrong?"

-I don't know what frightened me more, the fact that Matt Hasselbeck went in the first two rounds of every fantasy draft across America, or the fact that I would have been disappointed if I didn't get him. (I did draft him)

-I don't understand how the season is almost over and no drunken Red Sox fan has fallen off the seats on top of the green monster yet. None, zero!!!

-And why has this not been on here until now??!!

Well, that's all for today. Enjoy the weekend!!

--Casey (Toastie)

With the velveteen touch of a dandy fop.

September '75, I was 47 inches high.
By Christmas my Mom said I would have
a badass mother GI Joe
for your little minds to blow.
I still got beat up after class.

Sorry, I've been on a Ben Folds kick of late.

Hey Kate. (Amazing what you can find on the internet) So you're 26 now; what's that like?? Ok readers, for those who don't know, Kate (I told you) is my older sister. My irish twin, only 11 months older than me, and she has officially reached her late twenties. HA HA!!! So toastedblog is out here wishing her a happy birthday here on the first day of fall. Your younger brother Casey (but not the youngest) misses ya out here. Hope Michigan is treating you well and make sure you have a drink for me tonight. Say hi to Camy (our dog).

I have found a way to celebrate your birthday. Later this evening I am heading to Clarke's Ale House with Billy, KJ (Billy's lady, oh Kathy!!), Willie Moe, and perhaps others for some really free trivia. Plus the large selection of beers and the huge, hand carved roast beef sandwiches doesn't hurt either. The evening is looking up. Kate, I hope you have a great day. Because of you Michigan Rock's it!!

Hey kids, its Toastedblog, now featuring: "Choo Choo" the Hurkey-Jerky Dancer, Fartin' Rudy, and "Champion" the Drinker!!

My blog friends and colleagues, it has been too long. In the land of oven altered bread, some may ask, what's up?? Well, you've come to the right place to get some answers as myths become facts and true riddles have their meanings revealed. Plus, all the laughs of a mediocre sitcom.

After practice back on Thursday I went with a few of my teammates to our beloved sponsor for a couple beers and for some friendly chats and who did I happen to run into there??? Was it Ronnie Dobbs, our old pal Uncle Jitter, Chester, Pop'n'Taco and Bugaloo Shrimp, Chef Tony?? Actually it was Lisa Bollinger, a good friend of mine from the days at LeMoyne. She was one of the first girls I met at school that I became friends with and still actually enjoy talking to. Good people the Lisa. I even got a hug from her despite my rugby sweat. Well, turns out that she still lives in Syracuse and recently got married. Congratulations there Lisa. It was good to see you.

What was supposed to be and started out a great weekend for the Sox turned to no dice over Saturday and Sunday. This is all that will be mentioned about the Yankees taking the series. Tremendous dang it yet again.

On Saturday morning I drove out with Army Matt, one of the guys on my team, to Buffalo for a 2pm match against the South Buffalo Thugs. Their name was rather fitting as they were the chippiest and dirtiest team we've played yet this season. It was probably due to them being dominated 48 to 9 in the first match and 30 to 6 in the second. The second game featured scoring my first try of the season (equivalent of a touchdown in football). It was on a really great play if I may say so. About 15 yards away from the "try" zone with South Buffalo in possession of the ball, I tackled one of their backs before they could get the ball out of their defensive zone. I then picked up the ball and rumbled through 3 defenders to score, breaking tackles along the way. Damn I'm awesome; and pretty humble too. It was almost Shockey-esque. Afterwards a bar called Vinny's for the post-game drink up. Good wings and free beer.

6:30 AM on Sunday. Why am I up you ask; Shockey!!! That's right. Time for the little italian and I to head down to NYC for our yearly pilgrimage to see the Giants take on the Redskins and seeing that it is about a 4 hour drive from Syracuse, we had to leave early for a 1pm start. This is the second edition of this trip. Advantage; guy who has season tickets for the NY Giants. Last year's game highlight was the fact both teams were already eliminated from playoff contention. This year, they haven't played enough games yet, so we're still in the running. Drive down was good and loaded with Pearl Jam, egg mcmuffins and bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, and good conversation. Seats, also were excellent. I get six tickets to each home game, four are grouped together in section 321 behind one of the endzones. The other two are right on the opposite goal line in section 137 in the third row. I forgot how close those seats were. I think it had been over 15 years since I sat there. We're talking three rows from the field. It was pretty amazing sitting that close. Almost as amazing as the $7 16 oz bottles of Miller Lite. Yes!! (please be aware that previous yes statement denotes sarcasm.) Couldn't have asked for a better day for it. It was beautiful outside, sitting in the sun, enjoying expensive beers, watching Giants beat the Skins; good times, good times.

If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be messed up!!

After a few weeks of on again, off again brainstorming; I have finally created a mix cd of some of my greatest hits. It has been tentatively titled as "Return of the Woop" but I also like "Woop it Up One More Time" or to get away from the woop titles, "Groove is in the Heart". It is conveniently available in just two cds; I think. Mind you, I haven't burned it yet, I just wrote out songs while at work. I stand by all my selections. Get those wristbands ready and fists in the rock it positions!!

pearl jam: rearview mirror, love boat captain
live: iris, stood up for love
radiohead: fake plastic trees, there there
foo fighters: times like these, aurora
guster: happier, what you wish for, nothing but flowers (talking heads cover)
tool: push it, lateralus
perfect circle: 3 libras, the package
pink floyd: comfortably numb, mother
sarah mclachlan: possession
dave matthews band: #41
the strokes: reptilia
jane's addiction: three days
filter: the only way is the wrong way
david bowie: changes, golden years
ben folds: philosophy, army
liz phair: supernova, polyester bride (sorry, I think she's hot)
white stripes: seven nation army, hypnotize
beastie boys: so whatcha want, sure shot
led zeppelin: gallows pole
george micheal: careless whisper (of course), freedom '90, father figure, everything she wants
** couldn't decide so went for a whole bunch, Javen would be so proud**
the who: baba o'reilly, won't get fooled again
u2: mysterious ways
beck: tropicalia, where it's at
steely dan: aja, show biz kids
**due to Danny's dancing while cleaning the Teall house all stoned**
cracker: eurotrash girl, been around the world
velvet underground: oh sweet nothin'
the band: up on cripple creek, the weight
alice in chains: get born again
the clash: london calling, magnificient 7
flaming lips: summertime, do you realize
chili peppers: breaking the girl
REM: breathe, the great beyond
nirvana: heart shaped box, drain you
coldplay: clocks
counting crows: anna begins, round here
the doors: peace frog
rolling stones: sympathy for the devil, gimme shelter
clapton: layla, before you accuse me, further on up the road
paul simon: late in the evening, me and julio down by the schoolyard
audioslave: I am the highway, cochise
Guns N Roses: estranged, you could be mine
beatles: glass onion, eleanor rigby
everclear: everything to everyone, local god
garbage: special, push it
our lady peace: one man army, all for you
billy joel: only the good die young, she's always a woman
journey: anyway you want it, don't stop believing
stone temple pilots: interstate love song, kitchenware and candy bars
talking heads: once in a lifetime, take me to the river
wilco: heavy metal drummer, jesus ect.
tenacious d: tribute, kielbasa

In other news, there is a possibility of a rec. league basketball team forming amongst my friends and I. This will make my weeks incredibly interesting over the next few months. The league plays monday nights I hear. Currently on tuesday and thursday nights I have rugby practice with games on saturdays. The men's hockey league I have been playing in the past few years starts in less than a month and we have games on wednesday nights from 10pm to about midnight. Throw in a part time job as a referee for youth hockey games and now I am never going to have any time on my hands. Wha happened?? When did I become so active?? This is seriously going to cut into my drinking time.

Charlie Coville, Get on Your Bike and Ride!!

We have dedicated this entire session to that little Italian Charlie Coville and convincing him to hop on board for Reading, PA. Wait a tick, hold the phone, why not get good ol' Willie Moe in on some of this sweet sweet action as well. Should I fix the title?? Too late for that; I've gone too far!! Anyone else want in?? For those who don't know, I am pushing to get involved in this year's election and I feel that the only way that this can be achieved is by forcing me to see Pearl Jam. I guess I have to, for the sake of the nation. I wonder if tickets are available????? So I must also put a little bounce in my friends' steps to make this dream a reality. Here are a few reasons I think we should go.

-Road trips, even ones to Southern Pennsylvania, equal good times (ie. Chigago and Willywaulkee weekend)

-Two words, Amish Country.

-We can stop at Arby's.

-If you don't go you hate babies.

-Maybe they'll have one of those hilarious monkeys that smokes cigarettes and gives people the finger on stage.

-You mean I can get all of these great funk classics from the 70's on only one CD or cassette.

-One way Jesus (Willie Moe knows)

-Wolfing down burritos stolen from a Hess Gas Station on the way.

-Did I mention Arby's?

-People do crazy things after 14 beers.

-The Coreys would want us to go.

-Its Reading, PA dammit!! C'mon!!

-We still haven't gotten our chipwiches from the time we saw them in Saratoga.

I'm in the lab all day, I scrabble all night; I got a bedazzler so my outfit's tight.

This marks the second time that I have utilized beastie boy lyrics to aid in creating a blog title. Does that mean that I cannot think on my own or that I just let three middle aged white jewish rappers do some of my thinking for me. Hold on......I lost my train of thought.

The number of the hetero-man crushes on George Michael in the area grew over the weekend with the arrival of the lovable Javen Bohall. However, the goal that I had from the other day of classic over-strohs, eating vast amounts of meat, and general tom-foolery wasn't fully realized due to reasons beyond my control; reasons which you all will soon hear about and hopefully understand. Quick side note, one guilty pleasure of mine is George Michael. I mean, usually I try to like good things. I tend to watch good movies, I don't listen to shitty music, I don't watch reality TV (except for original Surreal Life and the Real World) but whenever I hear George Michael, I just get drawn in. If you don't believe me, just listen to "Careless Whisper" or "Father Figure" and try to resist falling in love. Pause for a few moments while I sing to myself:

Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe, its better this way
We'd hurt each other with the words we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who's gonna dance with me
Please stay

Sorry about that. On Saturday I played in two rugby games, out of a possible three. We won the first game pretty handily, lost the second, and the third I really have no idea due to the combination of three teams playing together as one conglomerate (See Globochem) and introduction of beer to my afternoon, the aforementioned reason that my weekend didn't go entirely as planned. To make it even more interesting, our sponsor, a bar 'round the corner called Nibsy's held a social for us afterwards so about 60 dudes ended up in a bar that was about 2,000 SF. Surprisingly enough for a bar filled with that many dirty, battered, bloodied, and semi drunk rugby players it wasn't that difficult to get refills on a pitcher. The complementary pizza and wings were a different story. In fact, aside from a granola bar I had for breakfast and a piece of pizza and four chicken wings I was able to scrounge up at Nibsy's, there was nothing else to be eaten by me that day, hence the hangover that followed on Sunday which affected my football viewing. There was no beer to be had that day my friends.

Later on Saturday evening I received a call about going to Irish Fest downtown. Given the fact that at this point it was 9:30, I had been drinking since 6:30, hadn't showered or cleaned up following the afternoon's games, and there was an opportunity to eat corned beef sandwiches; I was definitely on board. Left the bar, ran home, quickly washed up and changed (I still had dirt in my hair), and then got picked up see what this irish fest was like. Had a few Guinesses down there, however they ran out of sandwiches so no dice on the corned beef, Tremendous dang it!!

The countdown begins; four days till friday and the Sox v. Yanks. I cannot wait. By weeks end, the AL East will belong to the Sox!!

So what??!! So lets dance!!

The other night after practice and a two beer run to support our sponsor, I nestled in my jammy jams for a viewing of one of my favorites. Since then I have had the urge to ask ladies if they wanna make $14 dollars the hard way. I got laughing hysterically at the scene where Carl Spackler (Bill Murray in one of his best roles ever) is hunting the gopher (varmit) and carrying two six packs of beer. What got me going more than normal was envisioning a situation in which Spackler, dressed up in camouflaged, is found passed out on a golf course with 12 empty beer cans around him and holding a rifle. The all time best movie for drunken quoting. However, that last remark can be debated by at least two fellas I know. Ooh!!!! This guy knows some movies too!!! (edited as of 12:50 pm, Thursday, sorry Willie Moe)

Lots of happenings this weekend in the world of the toast. For starters, there is an Irish Fest down in Clinton Square. I haven't mentioned this yet to the audience but the world of toast is predominantly Irish. Secondly, we have our first rugby match of the season on Saturday at Burnett Park at 2pm against the Genesee Creamers, not Screamers. Anyone looking to see Toastmaster General get all busted up, please feel free to stop by. Ooh, Ooh...Who can forget that the NFL season begins this weekend. Giants Fans, the outlook for our season isn't too keen so now may be the time for us to prepare for the end. Although, how much different is this team from the one last year that at the start of the season many sportswriters predicted to go to the playoffs, if not the superbowl. Before the injuries, of course.

Plans for Billy's have already begun for a group of good time having football fans to kick off the season in style: burly men wearing sweatpants, eating pizza, chicken wings, Phelpsy's delicious cheesy bacon biscuits (bonus Phelps Treats where applicable), and drinking PBR. I can already tell its going to be a fun season and my lower back and digestive system are looking forward to the challenge. Outdoors; no thank you!!! More ass kicking chili; yes please!!! I can hardly wait. Billy, Willie Moe, Phelps, Chuck, Princess Daley and anyone else left in Syracuse; we have a good season ahead of us.

Why am I not Surprised that Hell has a Southern Twang

Hello sweet internet audience. Back to work after a nice four day weekend, lets find out what we missed shall we.

Well my brother, who lives in Michigan, was in town visiting for the weekend and with him came his girlfriend Josalyn and roommate Mike, who oddly enough resembled Tony Hawk. There was a lot of fun to be had over his stay, but I must say the Piece'De Resistance of the weekend was my first country music concert. Now, to be perfectly honest, some of the music can be found enjoyable; for example, I have always liked a little Garth. Always thought it was good bar music. But I got to see these guys, which was not a good thing. My brother had an extra ticket to the concert and as a chance to spend some time with him while he was here so I thought, why not. That was my first mistake. No amount of beer could ease the pain that ran throughout my body everytime the phrase Git-R-Done (pronounced get-er-done but said quickly) was shouted. Every other word that was spoken to the audience by these Rascal Flatts was about USA, fightin' for our country, war in Iraq, and the aforementioned, git-r-done. At one point there was even a USA chant. All of this over the course of an hour and a half. I did my best to fit in by coining the phrase yumptoo (pronounced ya-ump-too; but once again, say it quickly) which means you ought to or should.

Casey to Country Music Fan: Y'all see these boys Rascal Flatts play live before???
Country Music Fan: Hell naw man!!
Casey: Yumptoo!!! Dem boys are goooood man!! Git-R-Done!!!

hee hee hee..........sorry, I got carried away. I did have fun hanging out with my brother and friends it just wasn't my scene. Now that's more like it. But it was good to spend time and joke around with Cory. Nothing too crazy happened over the course of his trip. Just hanging out, having a few beers and a few laughs.

Opening kickoff for the NFL is just two days away. That definately equals good times. However I am sick of all the crap that goes along with it. Can't we just watch the game without all this MTV nonsense. I know she's attractive, but what football fan really wants to listen to Jessica Simpson during pregame. Or the rest of this lineup for that matter. Can't we just have old NFL Films episodes during pregame. I love that music they had in those episodes and who can forget the memorable raspy voice of John Facenda, often referred to as the Voice of God. Not just the voice, but the kind of stuff he would say: "But on this day, Kenny Stabler had a resilience that could not be measured in numbers." This used to be the game that could be described with a cold wind blowing through the west as the warriors begin to get assembled on the icy tundra to meet in weekly battle. It should not feature this crap!!

Come see the battle to determine what the greatest nation on this planet is, Portugal or Mexico?

Today's blog title hails all the way from an episode of the Simpsons featuring a television commercial advertising the World Cup.

Wrecked 'em?? Damn near killed 'em!!! Not much makes me as happy as what I saw last night. Boy, did they get blowed up!!! That combined with a Sox win made little Charlie Coville believe that it was a birthday present to me. Good times, good times.

Its Primetime Baby!!! And I thought that was the surprise of the day, until................

The following was forwarded to me by a co-worker and I felt that I should pass it along to a few people that would be interested in reading it...........or anyone who has access to the internet. Here we go:

I'm starting a "club" called Baseball Fans For Fair Reporting. I want you and every baseball fan you know to be in it. Its my goal to get Barry Bonds thrown out of Baseball or, failing that, to at least raise the ire of some members of the BWA. I've created an e-mail account called: baseballfansforfairreporting@hotmail.com. On Friday I will send from this account the following e-mail to Tim Kurkjian, Senior Writer at ESPN.com. If successfull I'll send it to every writer I can find with an e-mail address. If you wish to become a signatory on said e-mail reply to that address with "I'M MAD AS HELL" in the subject line. Forward this on to as many people as you wish. Tim,Be responsible. If you're going to report on how Barry Bonds is the greatest slugger ever, report on the allegations surrounding the reason why. In the nation of baseball fandom, everyone except members of the Baseball Writer's Association seems to catch a whiff of the nauseating stench coming out of San Francisco the last 3.5 years. Have you people been given some secret mandate to retire back into your caves at night and write only about the shadow on the wall that is Barry Bonds? Must you all continue to deify him and the mysterious, age-defying manner in which he has hit 200 home runs the last 3 years or lose your jobs? The only mystery here is what is up with the BWA? It angers me. It angers me as a fan. It angers me as a human being. It angers me as someone who goes to work every single day and tries to live an honest life and believe that at least one thing is pure and irreproachable. As Peter Finch said in the 1976 film "Network," "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"Any fan with half a brain and a quarter conscience can put two and two together and be honest with themselves about the reason why Barry Bonds has done what he has done at a time in his life when he should be thinking about retirement - he cheats. He uses performance enhancing drugs. I'll grant you your apologist argument that he's innocent until proven guilty. Tales of his steroid use are admittedly, "allegations only", but since when did the media ever care about the Truth unless it made for good copy? I don't expect you all to suddenly turn "yellow," start slinging mud, and begin libeling the guy. I ask you to just be responsible - to distinguish night from day. There are two sides to this story Tim, and to your discredit, and the discredit of all those on record lauding Bonds' "achievements", I can't remember the last time I heard anything on the BALCO investigation. It wreaks of cowardice and corruption and irresponsible journalism. As a result, a generation of baseball fans will grow up believing that they saw the best ever play. They will grow up believing in a lie perpetuated by the likes of you and your colleagues and the names of Ruth, Aaron, Mays and Williams et al. will fade forgotten into history. Thanks Tim. Thanks a lot. You should hang your head in shame.

Sincerely,

Brian R. Wainwright