I'd argue this scene from Billy Madison might be the most impactful scene in movie history. Sure you could make an arugment for McConaughey bridging the race divide at the end of A Time to Kill, or William Wallace screaming freedom in the face of British tyranny and sticking up for his beliefs despite the impending axe directed at his head, or even Ghostbusters 'don't cross the streams' which is a lesson on a couple of levels. But this scene most accurately wraps up what it feels like lose your youth. Take my vacation for instance; took the whole week off last week to burn up some vacation days and basically live like a college kid for a week. Planned on staying up and hitting the bars, coming back and playing Madden till like 5am and head to bed until 2pm the next day. Rise, repeat for 7 days. You know what ended up happening? Me falling asleep 20 minutes into Conan and waking up bright and early at 4am each day. Livin' la vida loca. So my message to kids still in high school or college or whatever is simply to soak it up while you can. Break curfew and live life to the fullest. Because in about 10 years your body will start a self imposed curfew of 9pm where everything shuts down regardless of what you're doing. Like if I'm in a life or death situation at 9:05pm it's sheets for me. So seize the day youngsters. And by 'seize the day' I mean 'drink and carouse at all hours of the night and sleep it off during daylight like some sort of booze infused vampire.' Six of one half dozen of the other.

PS: Wrapped up my weekend with a fantasy football draft yesterday. And when all was said at done take a look at those projected standings:

No big deal folks. Just two games better than anyone else. August championships are the best kind of championships. Because in all likelihood I'll probably be picking #1 overall next year at this time. Haven't won a fantasy football championship since 2004 when our league was like the Wild West. We were all novices so there weren't quote unquote 'rules' established yet. I was trading cases of beer for Brett Favre, picking up extra draft picks for gin considerations; hell I was like a boozey Billy Beane. But alas, the second our league decided to work ethics into our credo my dynasty ended. This must be what Mark McGwire felt like when they started banning steroids. Just no way to keep up on a level playing field.