This past week, there was one memorable... incident. This day we were focused on fitness, so training was brutal that session; we must have done a dozen suicides back to back before coach finally called us over to have a water break. With all my remaining energy, I skated as fast as I could to the benches. Some of the trainers had been putting down our water bottles, but I practically yanked one out of their hands to start re-hydrating my body. I took a massive gulp, and as soon as I swallowed, I knew that something was wrong. I turned around to warn the other guys, but they had been just as eager as me to drink their water. Someone cried out "it's f****** pickle juice!" and just the image of pickles was enough for me. I vomited all of it back up and my face was flush with embarrassment and anger. I noticed Fred was a little late to the bench, so he asked for a new water bottle... I'm not pointing fingers, but I didn't see anyone else avoid the prank.