Lindsey Vonn ditches her undershirt in a fiery red pantsuit, Maggie Sajak is a force & coach attacks umpire!

First Monday of May? Don't mind if I do! A new month, boys and girls. A big month, too. This is the month, for me at least, that the year really starts to crank up.

I hate winter. I'm not a huge spring guy. I love summer, mainly because it's the final bridge to the fall, which is easily the best time of the year. It's not even close.

For me, summer starts this month. I know it's technically not right, but summer goes from Memorial Day weekend through Labor Day Monday. That's summertime. Memorial Day to Labor Day. The little calendar in the upper right corner of my computer tells me that we're exactly three weeks away from Memorial Day, which means we're 19 days away from the beginning of Memorial Day weekend.

And that means, folks, that we're 19 days away from summer. Let's roll.

Welcome to a big Monday — the one where Lindsey Vonn still has a fastball despite being on not one, but two crutches. Doesn't matter. This is why she's a Hall of Famer.

Lindsey Vonn is seen walking in Midtown New York City on April 30, 2026. (TheStewartofNY/GC Images)

What else? I've got plenty of #content from a big weekend, I'm somehow in pretty good shape today after my brother's wedding, and is this Fenway Park proposal the toughest thing you'll sit through today? Maybe! We'll see.

Grab you whatever Star Wars-themed drink your local bar is serving today to celebrate May the Fourth, and settle in for a Monday 'Cap!

Wedding weekend 2026 is in the books

So, we'll go ahead and jump right into the wedding weekend before we check in with Lindsey and get this week started.

• I shot an 85 in Friday's rehearsal dinner game. I putted like absolute garbage. Our group finished second and I got my $20 back that I secretly stole from our kitchen drawer stash. The First Lady never knew the difference. I was sweating.
• I had to give a speech Friday night at the rehearsal dinner after my brother called me out of the bullpen since my other brother (his best man) got moved to the main show on Saturday. I jotted a few things down on my phone that I wanted to say, but about 30 seconds after getting the mic I turned my phone off and free-balled it. I've never been someone to just read a script. That's boring.
• I had about five whiskey-waters before the speech and didn't eat any of the appetizers they were walking around with. Risky business, but, from what I'm told, I made it work.
• Going out after the rehearsal dinner is always the kiss of death on a wedding weekend. It's bitten me two years in a row now.
• Waking up to both my kids jumping on me Saturday morning had me fighting for my life.

A Pew analysis of 2023 University of Michigan data found high school students showed declining interest in marriage and having children compared to three decades ago. (Getty Images)

• (That's not my bother. That's a stock photo I put in here because we have to now have three pictures in all of our stories. So, there you go. Love this.)
• The biggest stress on the actual wedding day was whether or not both those kids would walk down the aisle without causing a scene. I've never sweated so much in my life. They both nailed it. You really do live vicariously through your kids.
• David Allan Coe was played at the reception. So was the obligatory, "Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue," by Toby Keith. Both songs garnered, by far, the biggest reaction of the night.
• The bar ran out of Michelob Ultras 90 minutes into the reception. The bartender told me they sold 450 bottles in an hour, which I found quite impressive.
• Pro tip: For your next wedding, set up gambling lines for the entire day. Over/unders on everything. Length of the first kiss. Speeches. How long it'll take to get to the ceremony. You name it. We were all counting the seconds when they went in for the first kiss. I had OVER 2.5 seconds. They cleared it by a mile. What a rush!