"This was a Pizza Hut, now its all covered in daisies."

Monday's toastedblog title comes from the mind of David Byrne. Mr. Byrne, thank you for your constant support of quirkiness in song. Without you, my total would be down one in my list of favorite song lyrics of all time. Thanks for letting Guster do some work with it as well!!

Here we stand, like an adam and an eve.
Waterfalls, the garden of eden
Two fools in love, so beautiful and strong
The birds in the trees, are smiling upon them
From the age of the dinosaurs cars have run on gasoline
Where, where have they gone? Now, it’s nothing but flowers

I also like the part when they sing about chocolate chip cookies. I must thoroughly suggest to you (audience) giving a listen to this song. I just find it extremely enjoyable. If you cannot obtain a copy, please feel free to let me know by inquiring within toastedblog and we'll work something out. I make some pretty sweet Casey's Mixes.

So, playoff baseball is just one day away and this fella couldn't be happier. Well I could be stuck with her. I have such a crush, and this has been going on for a few years. What is wrong with me?? Is it due to my love of music and her being a musician?? What would happen if I met her?? Would I just stare at the ground with my face turned all red kicking at the gound and mumbling quietly?? "So, ummmm, hello. Do you like.....stuff? I do. Do you want to, uhhh, go get a beer? Ok."

Anywho, back to baseball. Sox open the playoffs in Anaheim. This is an interesting matchup and the Angels have been one of the hotter teams in baseball of late. True, the Sox beat them pretty well last series they played but that was back when the Sox were ustoppable in August. We have Vlad vs. Manny, Glaus vs. Ortiz, Trot Nixon vs. the Bullpen, Rally Monkey vs. the Pedro's 28 inch tall friend!! This is when the season finally gets fun!! I'm going to have to fly home to catch as much of the first few innings a possible before rugby. What I am really looking forward to is watching Schilling in action again in the Postseason. It has only been a few years since Curt dominated the Yanks in 2001. It'd be nice to see it all over again. But first, have to worry about the Angels.

In other news, the writers here at Toastedblog are pretty pumped to inform you of the upcoming release of a new album from A Perfect Circle, called eMOTIVe, on election day (November 2, 2004). Shortly following this, a DVD entitled aMOTIOn will also be released. Dubya doesn't stand a chance.

Finally, we killed in rugby this past weekend. We played the Finger Lakes Vikings at home on a very sloppy and rain filled Saturday. They never had a chance. The score is almost too embarrassing to put up, but lets just say the game was called 10 minutes into the second half. Good thing Cornell showed up to play against us on the"B" side in the second game, which we also won. No tries for the Toast but made some key tackles and some nice runs. Had a penalty not been called during a play made by me the last statement would have been a little different. The blowout and the college team made the after game drink up the tops due to their lack of showing up. Because of this, a group of 26 guys had to put down 3 sheet pizzas, 250 wings, and 3 kegs of beer. Sunday morning....no thank you, Crazy Saturday night.....yes please!!!!

Hope all are doing well and this blog thing will continue giving you the finest in toasted info. I'm out!!


--casey

Day filled with Dang Its!!

The dang it. It's a less threatening version of damn it, far less threatening than "real" profanity; but mark my words, a dang it is not something that is to be looked on lightly. Today has been the day filled with dang its; hence the title. Lets delve into this a little deeper by listing out said dang its so y'all know what the Toast is talking about.

Dang It No. 1 - Last night I stepped in a divot in the field at rugby practice and rolled my ankle. Mind you, it is not sprained, twisted, or broken, but it still is sore. There's a dang it.

Dang It No. 2 - After rugby practice and trip to the bar, I came home and my evening got carried away with NFL 2k5. Because of this, only a few hours sleep; I am wicked tired.

Dang It No. 3 - I must have been grinding my teeth something fierce last night because my jaw was killing me this morning. I even took over the recommended amount of advil and followed that up with some extra strength motrin. No dice!! Over-the-counter drugs have no effect on me. Tremendous dang it.

Dang It No. 4 - Suprisingly enough, work has been unfulfilling today. Who knew??

Dang It No. 5 - Why do I continually go to chinese buffets. Mind you, this dang it I brought upon myself. I feel like I have been throwing up in my mouth all afternoon.

Dang It No. 6 - I have some sort of writer's block, that is why this blog is about my dang its.

Dang It No. 7 - When I went to my car this morning, I noticed that my passenger side window was down all evening, leaving a portion of my car soaked; excellent.

Dang It No. 8 - Yankees won last night, clinched the AL east, hearing about that from yankee fans, dang it. Sox not having home field advantage, tremendous dang it.

I have an action packed weekend of the usual, rugby, friends, football and whatever. Later.

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

End of an Era?? I Don't Think So.

Who's house?? Run's House. Said who's house?? Run's house. Say What!! Who's house?? Say What!! Run's House. Say What!! Martin!!! Martin!!!

Sorry. Got kinda carried away. Its from Dogma. A movie I love but Billy says: "No dice!!" To use a toastism; I'm getting very upset!! The reason I got a little carried away is that it is my berfday!!! Woooooo!!!!! Nothing too big planned, just heading out with a few friends for a few beers after rugby practice tonight. That's right boys and girls, I play a little rugby. When I say little I mean, not well!! Let's just say I hold my own. The real party happens this weekend.

Don't ask me how I came across this, but I found it hilarious. I don't "hate them", only a certain two that I had to watch. Damn you Baxter!!!!

Hey yankees, we're only 4 1/2 games back. However, big series against the Angels. Word on the street is that Trot Nixon could be back as early as next week. And there was much rejoicing.

Do I think that the next 25 years will be good to me?? You better believe it!!

Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh; a t-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo.

I am not sure how many of my friends would be interested in seeing the Beastie Boys in NYC on October 9th. Oddly enough this concert is almost a year to the day I saw Radiohead at Madison Square Garden; which was also the same weekend this happened. KAPOW!!

I need to get my haircut and this is what I am beginning to look like. Well, maybe not that bad. Chigago Van Group may recall him being brought up. If not, you're all dead to me. Oh, I can't stay mad at you.

A power outage in the mall prevented me from joining the ranks of the 21st century with the purchase of a cellular telephone. I was actually going to get a good deal on one of those camera phones. Imagine all that I could do with this blog with one of those. The possibilities are endless.

Kurt Warner finally was named the Giants starting quarterback. Should I be happy about this? Seeing as how Eli pulled a Bluto Blutarsky with a 0.0 rating the other night, I guess it could be worse. Sorry but I have to add to this. I always laugh hysterically in the scene when everyone's stuff is being taken out of the house after double secret probation and one mover drops a case of scotch. "They took the bar! The WHOLE FUCKING BAR!!" (Fancy play for first explicit material)

OK, this may get sappy. If you don't want to take part all you have to do is say earmuffs and you can say anything you want.

In closing, today is the last day of my early 20's for tommorrow I turn 25. I'd like to take a moment and thank every single person who I have come to know over these years and have been there for me throughout everything. I know that everyone may not get to read this but you all have had an amazing impact on my life and I thank you so very much for it. Hopefully this next 25 year run will be just as good, if not better. Thanks again!!

Casey

JAY TEE!!!!

Its Friday; Oh Yeah!!

You may find yourself asking: "Casey, what have you planned to pass the time this weekend?" Sometimes there may be nothing planned; that is when I promptly yell. (with the double GG's for the international spelling, much like my name in PortuGOAL was spelled Toastie, as opposed to the americanized Toasty)

Raccoons are my favorite animal.

So, is that the subject of today's blog? Portugal?? NHL 95 and the Modon-yo?? The title would certainly make you want to think so. If Jitter (which could fix my weekend plans right quick) were to read said title his response would put a hop in my step and a little giddy up in my heart. But alas, Portugal is not the whole subject of this post. This blog is all about the Toast.

College football kicks off this weekend. Tough love for Mike Williams but what to do. Whenever I think about watching college football I long for the days of living on Teall Ave. and sucking down coffee all morning with Danny and talking about how incredible stoned Bob Davie was and my impending run towards the Heisman Trophy as Nutrocker, highly touted long-snapper. Does Danny have this blog address?? Perhaps he should. Oh, how I miss the kegorator.

Finally, as a new feature to this site, ToastedBlog is proud to present ToastedBlog's Little Urban Achievers. This week's award goes to Good Buddy Corry Unis. Despite being tall and sitting on the opposite side of the room Mr. Unis has done his best to promote the longevity and quality of this site. So, without further ado, Mr. Corry Unis' contribution.

That's all for now, enjoy the weekend!!

The Indians win it!! The Indians win it!! Oh my god the Indians win it!!

As a proud member of Red Sox nation (thanks Willie Moe), I am always pretty pumped when the Yankees find themselves losing a few games, especially when games they lose include antics like this, hee hee hee. Good times, good times. Watch the video clip too. Plus, how can you not root for the Tribe; they had Harry Doyle, the incomparable Bob Eucker!!! Well, kind of anyway. At least they did in the movie Major League.

Its official, I have come across the best way to kill time at work. I will never be bored here again.

So, my brother and his lady friend are coming into town for a little bit next week. Looking forward to this because I haven't really seen Cory since I helped my sister move out to Grand Rapids, Michigan back in March. He goes to school out there and now three out of the five members of my family live in the state shaped like a mitten; those members being my mother, sister, and brother. Part of me feels like I should stay in the area for my father's sake. Not that I am killing myself by continuing to stay in Syracuse 'cause its not all that bad, but part of me wouldn't mind going somewhere else for a while. Just thinking out loud for a little bit. I am kinda pumped to see my little brother though. Should be all right.

I have mentioned this dude in the past, why not show him off a little. Can you believe that he averages 31 J's and 6 RT's a year, meanwhile keeping his 14.3 EFC. Amazing. 2,000 points if anyone knows who it is. We'll tally up the scores tommorrow.

Well, my thursday has been officially published on the internet. I will run into a wall now so I can forget this day ever existed. You all have fun though.

Your Head A Splode

G-G-G-G-G-G-G G U-NIT!!

That was for Billy. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Now we're all here; let's begin today's entry shall we.

Even though I don't have an intern named Darren, or haven't come up with the idea for a restaurant that only serves only peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (What's it called?? PB & J'S.) I have figured out that I could be earning mad loot if only I were an inventor. Now what hasn't been could I create?? Hmmmm......

Dang it!!! Times like this, I wish my computer here at work had some speakers. "I just bought this baby, CASH!!!"

Now, onto football where for the past few weeks the topic in Giants camp has been who will start at quarterback for those NY Football Giants. Is it the good ol' southern boy Eli or is it the husband of Mrs. Kurt Warner. I'll be able to find out live when I head down for the Giants home opener against the Skins with good buddy Chuck, who happens to be a skins fan; now thats a Spicy Meatball!!

Six days till silver anniversary Casey; not good times, bad times. However, I guess at some point my car insurance had to go down. You know, at times it is difficult to be witty and hilarious right on the spot so in closing I think that I may let someone else handle the burden.

Thats it for now; I'm out!

Toasted Blog??

Toasted Blog??

'Ello All

I am still new to all of this "blogging" but have decided to continue anyway. What do I write about?? What do I discuss. Do I bring up work, home, my personal life (ooh, dang it), how many little robots I've won? The answer to that last question I'm sorry to say is only one.

So what do I want to do?? Well aside from another two for one hot dog night, complete with the large beer, one thing I can't get my mind off of is playing hockey. I haven't really skated since winter and almost long to get out there again, but unfortunately the only organized hockey I can get myself into are adult leagues and they can't handle my toughness!! Wait a tick; I'm sure they could handle it they just don't allow it because apparently we as men in our twenties apparently have to go to work the following morning and employers may not want you dead because of rec. league sports. However, it kinda worked for the narrator in fight club.

I have a week and a day until I turn twenty-five. So, this is what it has come down to. Being twenty-five and no closer to getting to my career goals. Sorry for the downer there audience. Is there an audience??? Spring shall be set for grad school beginnings.

OK. Enough seriousness. All I can do with this site thing is paste some pictures and write moderately funny material.

When are the boys and I going to have another "Classic Overbinge Weekend" like the one in Chigago and Willie-waukee. Is it possible to organize one here, possibly while football is up and running. Think of all the new catch phrases that could be added to our already classic collection plus anytime I get to wrestle Phelps is all right by me; although my body pretty much hates me the following day. No candy bars for Toastie!! Chump Phelps. Don't tell him I wrote that.

Jitter, not sure what I've done.

hey. am I posting something on your blog thing?? no wait, I am on my own I guess. Jitter, remember when I wrote, you may see why this was the second time writing my message, well forget it, I learned that I could edit my information. I have been at work for an hour and fifteen minutes and spent my morning doing this. Ah, Friday. Anyway, on with the show.

So people of earth, what is it that I can type about at 9:15 AM. I guess there isn't all that much. Except for this.......

www.baysideclothing.com

So awesome!!!

I was thinking and I decided to ask myself a question. I say: "Self, what possibly could be the funniest thing in the world?? My god, that Chris Rock is funny, but funniest in the world?? Could it be that movie Super Troopers (Listen Up Meow!)?? How about a fly marrying a bumblebee?? Television commercials with guys getting hit in the groin; does that make the cut?? All of these are fine selections, but I am still pretty sure that this is it, however I maybe wrong so let me know what you think.

http://meredith.flutterglubmeow.com/archives/000594.html

well, I'm done for now, but there could be more next time.

mayor mctoast