The internet beings that Ali and I are, we decided to live blog our road trip home from New Jersey to Houston. The following is our trip. (Most posts by me where posted by Ali as I dictated.)

Saturday

Posted by Mike:
In my parents’ driveway about to head home to Houston.

Posted by Mike:
Almost 12 miles in the wrong direction. Passing parents house again.

Posted by Ali:
Are we there yet? Mile 45 of 1500 I asked Mike this question. Then proceeded to sing Staying Alive really, really obnoxiuosly loud.

THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FUN!

Posted by Mike:
Mile 58: Pennsylvania.

Posted by Mike:
MILE 108: Just passed Shartlesville,PA. Laughed like a 5 year old.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 148: On the Hershey Highway, Hershey, PA

Posted by Ali:
Mile 154: Small detour into Hershey, PA. The lamp posts are kisses and I’m standing in Chocolate Ave. Heaven.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 156: Found a Dunkin’ Donuts in Hershey! I am a big nerd.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 222: We’re in a tunnel. Blue Mountains, PA.

Posted by Ali:
Welcome to Pennsyltucky.
Mile 328: Driving for miles and miles seeing lots of trees and mountains with an occasional smattering of houses, gas stations, cows and Donut Connections. I have no idea how people function like this. This is some country bumpkin bidness right here.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 349: Making Ali turn down her Justin Timberlake at the tollbooth because I don’t want this guy to think I listen to this crap.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 357: No, I’m not eating at something called “The cookery” all lit up like the bastard child of Christmas and Las Vegas in the middle of BFE. I have, like, 1300 mliles left to go. I’d like to do it without a serious case of the poos.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 366: We’re on a bridge.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 407: Welcome to West Virginia. Wild and Wonderful. Yes, the sign actually says that.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 421: Ohai-o.

Posted by Mike:
(Almost) Mile 521: Missed our goal of reaching Kentucky for the night and we’re spending the night outside Columbus, OH.

Sunday

Posted by Mike:
Mile 542: WAFFLES.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 542: Having breakfast at the friendliest Waffle House I’ve ever been to. They sing HELLO! in unison when someone walks in and everyone is overly nice. BONUS: Most everyone has their teeth!

Posted by Mike:
Coffee run for Ali.
Bonus: You can see a very excited Ali in the bottom of this picture.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 542: Canadian treats in Ohio!

Posted by Mike:
Mile 647: Filling up just outside Cincinnati.

Also Midwest, what’s up with the Arby’s at every exit on the highway? Gross.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 657: Rainy Cincinnati.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 660: I hear Deliverance in the distance… Welcome to Kentucky.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 758: Ironic tourist “Hi Mom!”

Posted by Ali:
Mile 843: Anyone got an ark we can borrow? Driving through the beginning of the apocalypse heading out of Kentucky and into Tennessee. This rain is seriously messing with our driving mojo. Any minute now I fully expect to see a cow floating by.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 892: Every exit is either a Cracker Barrel, Arby’s or Waffle House.

Or adult stores. For the Bible-belt, you guys sure like your porn.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 911: The Colonel Is Ashamed. I see a Kentucky Fried Chicken sign. In Tennessee. Not one in all of Kentucky.

Even the namesake state knows that’s some nasty shit.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 912: Stopped at McDonalds in BFE, TN and this cat perches on the curb staring me down like I have pockets filled with Meow Mix. Mike rolls down the window and it meows at us and continues to stare. Like we’re on it’s turf.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 955: Ima die in Tennesee. Driving through devastated Nashville getting turned around by water and down trees. Passed by cops escorting military humvees. The apocalypse is upon us. But, for our dining needs, we have convenient Arby’s and Waffle Houses on every corner. Praise Jesus.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 992
Got stuck outside of Nasville, TN because of biblical flooding that closed major highways. We are taking a detour through Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana home to Texas.
Ugh.

Monday

Posted by Mike:
Mile 1048: BRB, refueling.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1061: Almost got ran off the damn road by an ice cream truck. The driver was too busy talking on his phone to see us.

I would have fully expected free ice cream for life as part of restitution.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 1070: Welcome Alabama. And NASA…? At a rest stop?

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1116: Lunch.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1301: Welcome to Mississippi. Mike says Mississippi is cool because it has “pp” in the spelling. He’s 5.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1507: Awww, mah sha! Bienvenue Louisiana, home of my people! Ima try to make it to Best Stop in Scott for grateans and boudin.

Mike says that I started talking a bunch of voodoo gibberish as soon as we crossed the border and doesn’t understand a word. He needs to learn.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 1560: These are Ali’s people. Stopped just outside of Baton Rouge at a gas station to use the bathroom. I go into the hot, moist bathroom and am greeted by the smell of death and swamp-ass as some dude craps with the stall door open.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1571: If I had a nickle for every Waffle house, Arby’s and Cracker Barrel we saw on this trip, I’d never have to pay for gas again. Ever.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 1586: The Mississippi River. It’s big.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1615: Whiskey Bay off the Atchafalaya River Basin. I grew up fishing, riding 3-wheelers and drinking beer at a very, very young age there. My dad, his dad and all of his brothers hunted there. We had a big camp that slept something like 20 people there and we’d spend weekends and holidays there in the Spring and summer. We had chickens, duck, geese, quail, turkeys and peacocks there. I loved that place.

Posted by Mike:
Mile 1650: In Louisiana they call this “food.”

Gross.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1651: Enjoying Best Stop grateans (cracklins) both eating them and grossing Mike out.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1752: THE LONE STAR STATE. Just passed the “El Paso 857 miles” sign. I love how ginormous and awesome this state is! I need to live here in order to have space to house my attitude and sass.

Mike says sometimes even Texas is too small for that.

Posted by Ali:
Mile 1865: Home sweet home. Walked to find flowers from our landlord. How awesome are they? We may live here forever.

Now, my bed is hollerin’ for me. Night, y’all!

Posted by Mike:
Mile 1,865.4: In our driveway in Houston.

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That was our trip. Tennessee ate up a lot of valuable driving time (about 3 or 4 hours of drive time) that made our trip so much longer and we didn’t get home until 10PM on Monday night.

Tuesday was a long day of work. Wednesday will probably be just as rough.

All in all, we had fun driving. Just like when we did this drive four years ago when I moved to Houston. We’d do it again in an instant, we just wish we’d have more time to go slowly and be able to stop along the way and enjoy some of America on the way.

I am working on a super secret Christmas video, and I need the perfect song to open it with. As I was going through classical Christmas songs on the piano on iTunes, Beethoven’s Fur Elise came on, and Ali sang along to it from a McDonald’s commercial from 1986.

That was almost 23 years ago! I have no idea how these things stick with her. Anyway, here is the commercial.

I still get chills after watching this tribute to Yankee Stadium starring Yogi Berra that was played on ESPN on Sunday during the last game at Yankee Stadium.

I love Yogi, all of New York does. He’s a great ambassador to the game, and I couldn’t think of a better person to star in this tribute.

If you live in New Jersey, you really should visit The Yogi Berra Museum and Learning Center in Little Falls, NJ on the campus of Montclair State University. You won’t be disappointed.

This spot really reminds me of the film 25th Hour, (one of my all time favorites, check it out if you haven’t seen it), the way it captures New York (and baseball) and shows it to you as a living, breathing life form.

I haven’t been this blown away over a video in quite some time.

Even if you hate the Yankees, you have to admit that this video is amazing.

Here come the YANKEES
Let’s get behind and cheer the YANKEES
They’re gonna learn to fear the YANKEES
Everyone knows they play to win, cause

They’re the New York YANKEES
Show them today why you’re the YANKEES
No other way when you’re the YANKEES
Wadda ya say we win a brand, new, ballgame

We’re gonna shout when ya powder the ball
We’re gonna scream, “put it over the wall”
The other teams gonna know what it means to play the Y.A.N.K.E.E.S
We love the Yankees

Shout it out loud , We Love The YANKEES
We’re really proud of our YANKEES
And we’re gonna win today
2, 3, 4, Hit, Run, Fight, Score, Go! Go! Go!

We’re gonna shout when ya powder the ball
We’re gonna scream “put it over the wall yo”
The other teams gonna know what it means to play the Y.A.N.K.E.E.S
We love the Yankees

Shout it out loud, We Love The YANKEES
We’re really proud of our YANKEES
And we’re gonna win today

Y.A.N.K.E.E.S. Yes
Y.A.N.K.E.E.S. Yes

I entered a radio contest to try and win Yankees/Astros tickets this weekend in Houston, and I was one of the five selected! This morning I was #1 with almost 60% of the vote! I just fell to second place to some blonde with a crush on Jeter. Help me beat her so a real fan can go see the Yankees!

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Name – Mike Rastiello

Birth Date – August 9, 1981

Where you’re from – New Jersey originally, but I have been living in Houston for 2+ years

Why You’re The Biggest Fan – Since birth I’ve been a Yankees fan, passed down to me from my father. I can remember watching games on television and listening to them on the radio. On my eighth birthday, my parents gave me tickets to my first game at Yankee Stadium ever.

Every game I went to since that game, I got the same feeling as the first time I walked out of the tunnel into the box seats. The bright sun, the green grass, the sounds of the ball cracking off the bat during batting practice. That experience has stayed with me for 20 years. I’ve lived and died with every playoff and World Series game in the mid to late ’90′s, I even put up banners outside my parents house during the playoffs. Well, not so much a banner as it was a spray painted bed sheet. It also tears me up that the Red Sox have won 2 World Series in the past 4 years.

When I found out that the Yankees were coming to Houston, I immediately logged on to the Astro’s site to get tickets but learned I needed to enter a raffle to buy tickets, which I missed by a long time. I was crushed to say the least. I haven’t seen the Yankees play in 5 years, and now that they are playing in my own backyard and I am going to miss it? That kills me. (Unless I win, that is)

In case you can’t tell from the picture, there are:

-17 Yankee hats (most get worn on a regular basis)

-3 jerseys (1 authentic home Mickey Mantle jersey, 1 retro jersey, and one hockey style jersey).

-2 floor mats for my car

-2 Yankee flags

-2 Yankee street signs

-2 framed photographs, (1 of Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig, the other kids standing outside of old Yankee Stadium)

-2 books, Chasing The Dream: My Lifelong Journey by Joe Torre and and 101 Reasons to Love the Yankees (Like I need 101 reasons)

-1 autographed ball signed by Roger Clemens (pre Mitchell Report)

-1 Derek Jeter bobblehead doll

-1 set of Russian nesting dolls (actually from Russia) The players are from smallest to largest: Bernie Williams, Jason Giambi, Mike, Mussina, Roger Clemens and Derek Jeter

-1 promotional banner listing all of the Yankees 26 championship years

-1 ceramic replica Yankee Stadium

-1 ceramic Yankee “Fan Shop”

-1 promotional baseball “signed” by the championship 2000 Yankees

-1 mug with an interlocking NY

-1 oversized Charlie Brown Pez dispenser that plays “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” when you lift the head to get a pack of Pez

-1 mini baseball bat with the Yankees logo on it

-The desktop picture on my laptop is an interlocking NY

And probably my favorite piece I own, a ticket to the Yankees game the night of September 11, 2001. I could never bring myself to trade it in for another game.

Sadly, not everything I own is pictured here. There is still some stuff, books, DVDs, and more hats that are in boxes in my parent’s basement in Jersey. Also, my girlfriend sleeps in all my old Yankee t-shirts, which also aren’t pictured.

Please pass this on to your friends!

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So as most of you may have known, (except for Dianne, that is) Ali and I went out to Louisiana this past weekend.

Driving out there always makes me want to see more of America, because as much as I’ve seen and/or been to, it’s no where near close to what America is.

I’ve been to 27 states, all but 2 states east of the Mississippi River (Kentucky and Michigan), the only states west of the Mississippi that I’ve been to are Louisiana (dir), Texas (dir dir) and Nevada.

Being from the northeast and now living in the south, I see differences in culture, environment and everything in between everyday. That’s a given. But if you go from state to state up there, things don’t change all that drastically. Driving from Texas to Louisiana, things change quite a bit. Hell, things change in Texas quite a bit once you start driving away from the cities.

I would love to be able to one day drive across the country, and visit all the places in America that you hear about and see pictures of. Mountains, hills, farm after farm, little white churches in the middle of nowhere, miles between houses, last chance for gas for 300 miles signs, the desert, the plains, the nothingness and the everythingness.

This site is going to chronicle a trip by blogger/vlogger Cali Lewis of 50 states in 50 weeks. It’s going to be an awesome blog/vlog to follow once they get started around September by their estimates.
http://www.bigtrip.tv/

I will definitely be following that blog in my RSS reader and living through them. One day I would love to have the opportunity to do something like this. Ali and I in an RV, driving across the country at our own pace, stopping where we want, exploring the country, the people, our history.

Field of Dreams. One of my favorite movies ever. I don’t know when I first saw it, I was probably in middle school. But ever since I first saw it, I was hooked.

This time of year, with spring training just behind us and currently being in the first few weeks of the season is a great time for baseball movies on television, Field of Dreams is the only movie I will stop on every time. Ali also knows this. I’ll let her click past just about any other movie that I love, except this one.

Flipping through the channels tonight, I find Field of Dreams. I have to watch it. I love everything about this movie. The story, the execution, the score, everything.

When I watch it, I catch myself smiling as new pieces of the puzzle are reveled to Ray. How he convinces Terrance Mann to come with him (“I’m not showing you my gun!”), when he finds Moonlight Graham walking out late at night and he tells Ray his dream, when he realizes he did this all for his father, his penance.

The last part gets me every time. “Hey Dad… Want to have a catch?” It makes me cry each time I watch it. I don’t even need to hear the line anymore. Once Ray starts talking to his father I get chocked up and the tears start. I’m a sucker for a story about a father and son, and this movie takes the cake. A son, his father, and baseball. What more could there possibly be to create a more magical story?

I don’t know if this movie would have the same impact on me if my father and I didn’t have the type of relationship that we do. We’re very close. We both love baseball and the Yankees, and we bust each other’s chops at any chance we can get. If that bond wasn’t there, and we didn’t share a love of the sport, I don’t know how I would feel about this film. I don’t even want to think about that.

One of the top things on my must do in life list, is get to that field in Iowa. I really wanted to go two years ago during the Netflix Road Show. They showed the movie on a giant screen on the actual field. That would have been amazing, but it was not possible. One day though, I will go to that field.