Well, first I want to thank everyone who came up to Maine this weekend in a surprise weekend that included debauchery, shenanigans, an epic 180 and everything in between, all under the roof of a rented 26 bedroom house for all of us to celebrate me slowly morphing into a responsible adult. Apparently, the planning for these festivities have been going on since October, stretching all the way out the way out to Denver, and somehow despite my several snitch friends, I remained in the dark until everyone walked in. Yep, the Boss just turned 22, but based on the past three days, it doesn't seem like me or anyone associated with me is slowing down quite yet. Thank you to everyone that got involved, especially the one that planned it all, and I hope it was worth it. As a token of my appreciation, I give you a montage of the greatest 22 that ever lived. Emmitt Smith? Roger Clemens? Doug Flutie? Big Black's Biceps? No, thank you. Ladies and gentleman, the inventor of swagger in lacrosse. A hero for the many players out there that realize playing well just isn't enough, and that you better look good and make people remember you along the way. I give to you, Mikey Powell.