So I'm hoping that everyone will go out, buy a Subway sandwich, pour a pint of their favorite beer, and watch the Chuck season finale tonight. If you are a fan, then I don’t need to tell you how important it is to support this really kick-butt show. I know SirRon and I plan to do what we can to support Chuck.

We’ve been told that NBC hasn’t outright canceled the show but it is on the bubble. If you do go to Subway anytime today please drop a comment card saying you support the show and you hope to see another season (why Subway? they are a major sponsor of the show). Can't find a comment card, no worries... everything is online these days.

This is what I propose: Tonight while eating your sandwich, right when the first commercial break starts, let us all toast Chuck!

While you are at it, grab your laptop and follow the cause on Twitter (@savechuck) and sign the petition.

Cheers!

Toasting. It marks the best part of any drink -- a full glass. It’s what sets happy hour apart from a coffee break. It’s been practiced since the beginning of time. And, you can’t argue with that kind of tradition.

The guys at The Ferm are notorious toast’ers. These toasts tend to be a bit long-winded, but always unforgettable. Riddled with inside jokes and Nintendo references and even a rap –- the bar for these pseudo-planned, man-love declarations has been set pret-ty pret-ty pret-ty* high.

My dad’s got one solid toast for all occasions –- “To us.” This European guy at work prefers “Cin Cin.” But, neither felt right for the blog. So, here’s to cellar temperature wine, beer out of the tap, and short blog posts. Cheers!

*Curb Your Enthusiasm, silly. I bet Larry David gives a wicked toast.