So, three weeks after the wedding (went great), two weeks since the honeymoon (went greater), and six days after watching BG get thrashed by Boston College (not great at all, though the wings were fantastic!), I’ve finally found something that needs shared so bad that the eight-second login process wasn’t too much to overcome to get it posted.

Thanks to Bill Nye, we have scientific proof (or at least the mindless ramblings of a madman) that you really should put the label of a baseball bat on your shoulder when you swing to prevent breakage.