As your crusty eyes open from a beam of light coming through a crack in the curtains and you think, “What the fuck happened last night?”. You may look around the room and see fellow passed out friends. Maybe a psychopath is already up cracking another beer to start the day (me). Whatever the reason is… it’s time to rally. After all, the only way to cure a hangover is more of satan’s juice. Sorry water.

Entry to the unknown.

We got very lucky this day as Game 7 was happening at 12pm. Testosterone filled the salty air. An annoying amount of clapping rang through our ears as if the frat bro’s thought the players could hear them. I think to myself “Another round?”.

Your table should always look like this. Anything less and well… you aren’t having a great Sunday.

Matthew here is showing the proper way to chug and get a little messy. The sun will dry out the shirt. Such a slut.

Here is Shane leading the way to a bar I personally hate, but I can’t interfere with our buzz. The pants have been ironed.

Group follows… not knowing what’s to come.

Shane is not afraid to push the boundaries and I like that.

DOUBLE TIME

Good ol fashioned fun.

Full throttle

R A G E

BEERS BEERS BEERS AND MORE BEERS

Yeah yeah yeah these signs are cheesy.

BE THE DANCE FLOOR

Friends Always make sure they have at least one beer in their hands.

Ah the end of a great day.

Happy Sunday!