Most guys that are married have some sort of designated space. Often relinquished to the basement, this space has affectionately been named the “man cave.” I currently do not have one of these spaces. I’m lucky enough to have an above ground (2nd floor!) room that has plenty of natural light, a desk, and high-speed internet. This will be going away however when we sell the house and build a new home. I believe I will then be forced into man-caveness. The first order of business when preparing for the man cave (after the selection of the technologically awesome goodies are picked) is the decorum. I’m thinking eclectic smatterings of all things manly. Plane memorabilia, old beer signs, dart board(s), and of course a replica shark. Yes, you read that correctly. A replica shark. Along with a phony story of how I caught it or someone in my family caught it with a small photograph next to it providing all the evidence required to prove the story undoubtedly real – and in this case – also true.