Check it. Admit it, you're jealous. I know. Isn't that one of the great things about heading home for the holidays once you've "grown up" and moved away? Those occasions where you find yourself digging through an old drawer and finding some love note you wrote to a chick in sixth grade, or that cut off t-shirt you wore under your high school jersey that you thought was so badass at the time but was actually quite awful in retrospect. This latest trip home, though, uncove...