John Cooney, Best Man

Cooney and I met in high school and it was love at first sight. Not for each other, for each other's girl. Usually, anyway. Cooney and I had a knack for sharing crushes on "the ladies" in high school. -- Stay away from Johna, loser!

Whenever I went over to Cooney's house I always felt at home. I've even called his mom "mom" a few times. I'd stop over and his mom would yell downstairs (where he was usually kicking my butt at pool) and say "Kevin, get up here and tell me what's new with you!"

Cooney was the first person I called to talk about my first date with Johna. I told him about her Mickey Mouse tattoo and he busted out laughing, saying "dude, she's branded for ya!" Once he heard that I let her bring a glass of water into my car (I never let a drop of anything near that car!), he knew it was something serious.

Cooney's always been a great friend. He's stuck by my side through all sorts of events. He's always given me sound advice, a new perspective and even slapped me upside the head a time or two saying "what in the world are you thinking!?"

I'm honored to have Cooney stand beside me at my wedding.

...Just as long as he doesn't slap me upside the head or try to hit on the bridesmaids.