When the bell rang, the bench went wild. It was their first win in years, and against last year’s champions. The players were jumping up and down, crying, hugging, simply losing it.
The afterparty was unusually lavish. There were tables piled with food and the drink flowed freely. What was normally a mutual celebration of athletic achievement and community quickly turned into a pannychis running long into the night.
By the end, most of the food was gone, either scattered about or swelling the bellies of the overindulgent. Who would have a hangover wasn’t the question, rather who would not.