Scene: a questionable bowling alley in Northern Kentucky. Possible mob affiliation. A bartender musters up her best sales pitch and attacks one of the substitute bowlers with a tray of shots; they smile awkwardly at each other and are immediately smitten. Money is exchanged, alcohol is consumed, sparks fly. Roughly three years, four road trips, exactly one argument (Team Cap!), and a countless amount of those goofy, awkward smiles later, we're ready to tie the knot and start writing the next chapter of our story.