"It doesn't unbang your Mom."

If you haven't already it is necessary that you start watching "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia". It's hil-larious!! Seriously though, I 've been checking it out for a while now and it has yet to disappoint. With television continuing to go the reality route and doing away with great shows like Arrested Development, having a show like Sunny makes the Toast feel all right.


"Let me take you bitches to school for a minute."

Wish I had more to say right now but that's about it. Just been out there livin' the dream and have to go spend a few hours working on my golf game. It's too nice outside not to. On a quick sidenote though it was great to see Jables, Jitter, Bung, and Willie Moe the other night albeit was brief and hazardly drunk. The classic broken chair toss outside Clark's was great. No Billyball but hopefully that time will come soon. Sorry I've been tucked away for so long boys. I assure you that it won't happen again!! Now if I could only get to Schenectady....

"I'll regroup at Red Lobster"

It is in every Irishman's best interests to not fall asleep outside while laying out in the sun. Only a few results from this are possible and one of them is definitely not hilarity ensues. Unless you are one of the many that run into the severely sunburned. Yes, that's right folks, I have achieved a crispy outside...the ultimate sunburn.

I had gone golfing yesterday with Pa Cregg and had a few hours to kill yesterday before rugby 7's so it was decided that base camp was to be set up outside to see what sort of color this freckled skin could get. Clearly I had made the wrong choice as my 18 hole morning had tired me out a little more than anticipated and before the Toast could get more that ten pages into "The Great Shark Hunt", by Hunter S. Thompson, I was out cold. Not even the mix of random Clash, Pearl Jam, Tool, the Who, Chili Peppers, etc. blaring next to me could awaken me from my slumber.

Now, I had been out and about at random barbeques and trips to the lake that resulted in some sun hitting this Irish chest so there was some base of a tan to work with. It was because of this that I decided that sunscreen would be of no use to me. This would prove to be strike number two. As I laid passed out on my chair for close to three hours I'm not quite sure what neighbors thought. "What is this idiot doing" comes to mind but nonetheless I would receive no aid. Then, as quick as it happened in the first place, I woke up.

Still groggy I wandered around my house to get my bearings straight when I noticed that it was close to 5:30 and I had to head over to SU to meet up with my team for our second week of rugby 7's. Rugby is traditionally played with 15's, rugby 7's is just an off shoot version played with just seven, and boy, does it require a good amount of some running. The consequences of my afternoon nap hadn't really come full circle until I jumped into my jeep and put on my seatbelt. "Wow" I thought. That hurt a bit more than normal. It is now that I begin to notice that something is up. I later become fully aware of my situation during our first 7's game as I am tackled and a hand scrapes across my chest and stomach. Later, as part of my jersey rips from another tackle, I only see a red, almost purple Toast tummy exposed. Dangited! I still have a good two hours of this left. Every hit, every slide on the ground, every time I ran through arm tackles, every time I didn't, all of these equal near excrutiating pain. What's almost even worse than all of this, I still have a shower to look forward to.

All in all, this week was much better than the first week of 7's. No matter how much I ran during the two months plus off from rugby I still have yet to get my legs under me. I guess jogging a few miles every other day is not the same as running at near full speed for 20 minutes at a time. Oh well, it can only go up from here. I just have to make sure I start my next book indoors.

Truth be told, he's just happy to be "Stuck with You"

Guess who's turning 56 today? If you want I can give you a little hint? You need some help here Toasted faithful, and I use faithful loosely as I am certain not many pay attention to this blog anymore. Hell, I don't even check in it every once in a while, and to think that I just completed my reformat and retool post...one....month.........ago. Let us see if this helps your cause.

Well, he's been "Back to the Future", let's ladies take advantage of him, and desires drugs that "don't cost too much". Not only that, but our birthday boy is always "Doing it all for his Baby", often has his songs drunkenly requested by a certain goofy Irishman, and he definitely knows that "It's Hip to be Square"! Ladies and gentleman, let us all raise our glass in honor, for a man we all know and love (some of us like a relative). May I present, Uncle Huey Lewis!!


Uncle Huey's got it all, especially "hot lovin' every night"

Happy Birthday Uncle Hugh. He certainly is a great man. Looks fantastic too.

Time to reformat and retool.

Man, after such a layoff I really have no idea where to begin. This is just the Toast dropping by here to find some way of cleaning up this blog which has come to resemble nine miles of bad road....especially when you put it in comparison with blogs belonging to "the boys". Ah, those are conducted the way a decent blog is supposed to; chock full o' hilarious pictures and witty 80's baseball references. And what are the readers gonna get here???

http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=72

Yup....you guessed it. Cheap laughs and nonsensical information. But, we have to start somewhere and before we get the dynamite drop-in of this being almost the second full year of Toastedblog action this kid is going to take you in a completely different direction; SPORTS HIGHLIGHTS!!!

A night of dang its here in Central NY as the Sabres dropped game 7 to Carolina 3-2. Trust me, I have nothing against the former Whale especially seeing as how a certain Uncle was drafted by the organization only to be seen spending his time in Edmonton currently, or is it Drexel?? I get confused. But I think the "storied" Carolina Hurricane franchise doesn't really need another shot at the Cup. Not just yet, especially after the sight of all the Redneck Hockey signs in the Carolina crowd. I'm just glad I didn't have to deal with any of that "Honky-Tonk Badonkadonk" nonsense. "Ooh weee!!"

Even though I am a Bruins fan, I found myself completely involved in every Sabre playoff game this year. True, they did have Danny Glover out there killing off penalties (take a close look at any shot of a bearded Mike Grier) and the lead singer of Willie Moe's favorite band between the pipes. But all Ryan Miller's aside, I was really getting into watching this squad play hockey. Fast paced, hard hitting, high octane hockey, that's all it was all throughout the playoffs. I just wished it could have gone on a bit longer. I'm not switching allegiences or anything even though the Bruins have done nothing the past few years to allow them the benefit of ertaining this Toasted supporter, but the Sabres and their style of play sure made for some entertaining hockey.

So there you have it; Toastedblog she's a back. I just hope some people still decide to drop by and give it a read 'cause it sure has been a while. Steady as she goes. Toast OUT!!

A New Dirt Dog

See, Wily Mo Pena gets it!!
Just a few months from signing former Buffalo Bison great CoCo Crisp, the Sox did it again yesterday when they traded hard rockin' pitcher Bronson Arroyo to the Reds for outfielder Wily Mo Pena. Nice collection of weirdos and dudes we got in the outfield huh?? Personal Toast favorite Trot Nixon, nutball Manny "Trade Me" Rameirez, a breakfast cereal, and good buddy Willie Moe. I like!! A nice addition overall I think. If you look at it; the Sox pretty much had seven starters going into this year so losing Arroyo isn't that big of a deal seeing as he was most likely sitting in the pen when the season got underway and to get a backup outfielder with a lotta pop like Pena certainly is choice. Kinda curious to see how this pans out.

"YAY!" Day for a May Day

Over the past few weeks I have begun to pay a bit more attention to the goings on in the music world to gain a little insight on some highly awaited albums. Now years of agony are being set afire on what is to be the greatest day to hit the Toast since this coming Friday. New albums from Pearl Jam and Tool out on May 2nd!! JACKPOT!!


Oooh....and Tool too!

Now, not much has really been mentioned about the Tool release other than its title, which is "10,000 Years", and the track listing. Meanwhile, PJ's site has a link to the single "World Wide Suicide" and the Toast gave it the one over. Not too shabby; reminds me a bit of The Who which I guess they can have a tendancy to do but let's not get sidetracked. To top it all off, Pearl Jam is also going to be running around this neck of the woods during the first leg of their tour this summer as stop # 3 is Albany, NY on Friday, May 12th. "Little Crapper" Chuck and myself are currently in the works of planning a mode for attack. Any takers??

In other news I'm finding it difficult going up and down stairs with much stability as spring rugby practices have hit full swing. I tell myself that I am in decent running shape all throughout the off-season until that first day after that initial practice when my legs feel like they've had a louisville slugger taken to them. If only the internet audience could see me trying to get up and walk after sitting down for about ten minutes. Tremendous dang it I assure you. Damn you hill running!! Now, if you'll excuse me, its time for me to struggle out of this chair. Toast OUT!!!

**Wait, before I go I just wanted to mention something; do yourself a favor and find a way to listen to "White Lines", by Grandmaster Flash. It just popped on iTunes whilst spell checking here. Two very enthusiastic thumbs up; extremely happy!!

Music for a Solemn Mood.

I find myself sitting in front of my computer here on a Saturday afternoon listening to "Hunky Dory" by David Bowie trying to make sense of my most recent phone conversation. My mother called to tell me that Pop Pop, my Grandfather out in Chicago, suffered a heart attack and died early this afternoon. As I sat back down "Hunky Dory" just sort of popped on and I haven't been able to really move to change it. I don't really know what the next step is as it was a rather difficult talk with Mom but I should be heading west within the next few days. I can't really write anymore as no time has really past and this is just starting to sink in. However, I'll leave this post with something to help me out. One of my favorite memories of Pop Pop occured just this past Summer when I was out in Chicago during Dependence Day Weekend. I was able to free myself from the neverending partying onslaught provided by Danny and Uncle Jitter to have dinner with my mother and Grandparents and this is where Pop Pop did his best to score me a date with our waitress. Had I lived out there, it definitely would have worked. I'm really going to miss him.

I Just Done Got Raq-ed!!

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God the last few weekends here have been musical bliss for the Toast. A few of my more recent favorites have decided to stop in to blow. me. away!! Ah yes, the three week ROCK BLOCK!!! A hard core sandwich of MUSIC AWESOMENESS!!! This all sounds fun in my head. Nonetheless, if we hit 88 in our delorian and go back in time we'll find that the Toast had a rockin' good time with bands like The Breakfast and some smooth jivin' and groovin' with Oshe!! (Sidenote: Sources close to the Toast inform me that Oshe has broken up.) But those are just the app's before the wicked feast that was Raq, hence the title.

Raq (pronounced: "rack") has uncannily become some kind of a b12 shot for music and me. Its seems like its been ages since one band has reinvigorated and rejuvinated me as Raq has of late. My first real Raq experience was at Lew Au , a weekend festival back in August and the Toast got blow'd up. Since then, the Toast has pretty much decided to saddle up and ride whenever they be in town, most recently last Saturday. The energy and the excitement that is created at their shows is really something that has to be experienced. Here's a link to give you a little sample of some sweet sweet Raq action. Please use responsibly. I've hopped on board for a few more of their shows here in the NY. More importantly, Raq's going to be in Albany on March 9th and 10th. Perhaps we can get Javen, Dunford and EC Paul involved. Ooh thai martini bar karoake.

All right kids, drive fast and take chances!! For now I'm going to take a chance on a delicious sandwich. I'm out like kraut.

"Der Bulldozer" ist sehr Hervorragend!

I had a great idea for a wicked Toastedblog but since I caught a tiny glimpse of SNL last Saturday after the UConn v. Louisville game; I decided that I should try to find a way to post what I saw. Here I was hanging out with a few of the boys a few minutes before heading out to meet rugby buddy Army Matt at Coleman's for a couple pop's, beers, what-have-you's and I was instantly trapped in one of my infamous and uncontrollable fits of laughter. Billy Ball, you should get a kick out of it. Take a look.


Of course "Der Bulldozer" can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and saying "booyah".

I'd like to say that SNL is coming round again to reach new heights of comedy but the next two skits quickly brought me back to my previous opinion of the show. However, that whole "Lazy Sunday" short by that Andy Samberg fella seemed to make me laugh a bit. As for now we can attribute Saturday Night's laughter to Mr. Norris.


Is it so hard to believe that this man lost his virginity before his father?

Has it really been almost ten years??

Take a look at the picture you see below. What you see is Senior Toast on picture day for my high school hockey team. Look at me, so young, so full of promise and boyish good looks. Now I struggle to barely keep this train wreck of a blog up to date. It's Friday the 13th and here I am with my first entry of 2006 and what is it about, teenage Toast. Check out the red pants though. Lookin' sharp my friend. And my, could I pick up those rebounds in the slot; not to mention go into the corners with the elbows up. Elbows high, that's what my Dad would always say. My penalty minute stats definitely proved that I was listening.


Toast just the way I like it, aged 17 years.

Back then, I wasn't the Toast. Just Casey. I didn't have to worry about going back to school in a few days so I could complete my education certification. As far as I knew, I was going to head down to the University of Pittsburgh and become a chemical engineer. There was never a thought of sticking around Central New York for College and I had a good idea of where I was heading in life. There was no bionic shoulder (although my senior year would ultimately lead to my having reconstructive surgery), no difficulties with money, and love had yet to kick the shit out of me. I had some goals that I wanted to achieve and it seems that I am almost further away from them now then I was when this picture was taken.

Does this mean that I am disappointed in where my life is now, close to 10 years later? No, not really. I've had a ball. But that may be just it. The Toast is not getting all serious on his readers. This is just one of those things that you think about when you are struggling to get to sleep. But I am at least heading in the right direction. Classes start in a little over a week. Nervous? Far from it. Actually kind of looking forward to it all. Makes me wonder why I've put this off for....let's see four years now. I just know that I'm tired of being a college graduate that has to struggle to find a job. If there are any college advisors out there let me give you a piece of advice. Never, under any circumstances, allow a student to graduate with just a degree in History. Trust me, it doesn't work. Perhaps those fellas in Schenectady will see a bit more of me in the coming months as teaching in NY State requires some sort of Master's Degree. I hear SUNY Albany has a hell of a program...hint hint.