As you may know, your beloved, floppy-haired Midwesterner Will Leitch is gone today, gallavanting across the not-so-frozen tundra to "another goddamn wedding." And I, A.J. Daulerio, have the unenviable task of writing America's most popular sports blog on Will's first full day away from his baby. He's left me an exhaustive list of post-it notes, suggestions, diaper bags, emergency phone numbers and First Aid manuals to make sure everything goes okay. Regardless, he'll still call every ten minutes to check in. I'll probably have to hold the phone up to the computer monitor at one point during the day just so he can make sure the site is still breathing.