I might lose all my cool points with all of my hip alt-comedy buddies for admitting this, but here goes: Seeing Gallagher live was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever done. Granted, I was 12, and I got to use the Gall’s legendary implement of destruction, the Sledge-O-Matic. But it still ranks — even decades later — as one of the greatest moments of my entire life. When else are you going to be able to hit an old lady in the head with a huge chunk of watermelon and not get in trouble for it? And while I’d like to pretend that my taste in comedy has evolved past the crushing-watermelons-with-a-hammer phase, I’ll admit that, well, it hasn’t. Breaking things is awesome — and it’s doubly awesome when you have a big wooden sledgehammer and an audience covered in tarps.