Casey works as a wildlife biologist on commercial fishing boats in the Bering Sea of Alaska. Yeah ladies thats right, he loves animals, he has more hair on his face than I have on my entire body, and FYI the average salary of wildlife biologists in Alaska is 140k (in Alaskan dollars).
I met Casey when we played little league baseball for the North Park Cardinals back in 5th grade. Casey was by far our best player and by player I mean he knew how to work the ladies in the crowd. He was a catcher, and I'm pretty sure he specifically requested that position in order to give a visual present each pitch to the ladies behind the backstop.
I lost touch with Casey during high school, but we reaquainted late one summer night in 1999. I fell asleep at the orphanage I volunteer at while watching a Doogie Howser marathon, and I accidentally left the top ramen cooking on the oven. I awoke to flames, screams and Neil Patrick Harris (Doogie Howser) coming out of the closet (not figuratively...he was one of the orphans and he slept in the closet.) I started to panic but then I looked up and saw this image which will forever be etched in my mind.
This "savior" dragged each and every one of the orphans along with myself out of the building one by one until we were all safe. I said "Thank you so much Mr. Firefighter Sir!" and Casey revealed his glorious face from under his helmet and said "I'm not a firefighter, I just keep the equipment in the back of my Range Rover...and...you're welcome."
Casey and I immediately proceeded to one of my friends weddings in which Casey introduced me to his 4 dates. We danced all night long we caught up on old times and I bought him an alcoholic beverage for saving my life.
(Brandon Pyle, Me, and Casey)
In conclusion Casey Franklin is an amazing human being. And if I'm not mistaken he is single. He will be returning from Alaska periodically this year. Any and all ladies interested need to apply online on his blog: http://caseyfranklin.blogspot.com You may also want to prepare for your interview by researching Casey further, and corresponding with him frequently because it can be lonely out there on the Bering Sea.
*Disclaimer- Roughly 18% of this story is true...Facts: Casey is awesome.
Serioulsy... you are hilarious! Loved the "ballad of casey" haha :) thats great!
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PS- Told you I would be reading your blog...
I think Casey was my boyfriend for 5 minutes in 6th grade. Maybe if he had that beard back then, things would have lasted longer.
ReplyDeleteDanny, Danny, Danny you're a hoot! I'm so glad you are blogging about the true Mr C as we know him. Only a true friend could say it like it is. I'm glad to hear you are doing well.
ReplyDeleteIt's my job as Casey's dad to embarass him as much as possible. What's life without a few "No Dad, DON'T"s? Those little league teams are some of my fondest memories, and Danny, you were also an elementary school stud on the team, according to the girls running around trying to be noticed.Thanks for being "one of the few, the proud" friends that have been around Casey for years. He values your friendship very much. By the way, I like the picture of the barns, and knowing someone else has to scoop! Dan (Say hi to your dad for me!)
ReplyDelete18% fact . . . 70% stretched fact. The other two percent, it was Ford Truck, not a Range Rover.
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