Halloween? More like Hallowiener. Or at least that was the idea going into this season... Foley and Hutton had dicussed at lenght the joint costume of a hot dog and a bun for halloween, which came with a lot of questions around who was the bun, who was the weiner, are costumes attatched or separate? Unfortunately an answer to those questions wasn't necessary, as the world, or Joe K, said fuck the hot dog costume, Hutton is a Spectre, which is infinitely more spooky but not as fun. But Foley already had the weiner portion of the hot dog costume bought so uhh... he had to run with that.


The party itself took it's natural course, Blunt Man showed up in a 'hippie' costume that looked no different from his everyday attire. He was already blazed out of his mind and ran the 'smoke corner'. Friedland rolled up as a sexy cat--with way too much effort put in. He, unsurprisingly, had a trail of women attatched to his furry hips as he made his way around the party (SEX). Kyle Murray (@Jimmysmo27) did the opposite, instead showing up in a full Star Wars outfit with lightsabre and all, minus the Princess Leia's or whoever those nerds want to bone. The rest of the rookies, Ichinose, Hellstrom, Oda, Lilja and Larry, came in the mandated "orange octopus costume" supplied by the anonymous team captain who, unfortunately, doesn't wash them from year to year. Because of his... lack of spirit, Murray ended up getting re-introduced to the concept of getting "Iced" throughout the night, and in every beer pong game he played there was extra emphasis on shooting for the 'naked mile' when against him. There were a couple late arrivals, Groot showed up in full Grape Fruit attire which begged the question--is he in costume every other day than Halloween, or is he actually human? No one has the confidence to ask. Wolfe showed up half slizzard already, in a confusing Fantastc Mr. Fox cosumte, which was concerning enough but no matter how much he drank he was always standing. Vitek and Panico arrived at the same time, Panda wearing hefty shoulder pads and a beer helmet befitting a baseball game, and Viticek with a beer bong painted to look like a sniper rifle. It was a clever costume he probably got some kindergarten kids to work on, and his "Czechian Sniper" title gave him plenty of reason to snag other players beers--including half a pack of teas supplied by Foley. Not cool bro.


The natural shenanigans of a team party rolled in, the rookies had to get their hands taped to bottles of 'rona and whoever finished first was free--the rest of them were set to be refilled and re-taped. We played pin-the-puck to the goalie, a game brought on by Jimmy Wagner's breakaway abilities which would always find the puck in the goalies pads or the end boards. The veterans of the team reminisced on the 4 star cup victory, and how much Conner Hutton's name sucks ass. Who the hell uses an E in Connor? At around 12:00 Am the Beer Olympics started. Each letter-bearing player picked a rookie to use as a partner--leaving two rookies to find their partners elsewhere, while other established groups who practiced together were already paired up. Blunt Man and RART were noticeable together, mostly because RART was hopped off his mind on something while Blunt looked like he was about to fall asleep during some events. Shockingly, the Lilja - Foley team didn't bode well. Was it because Foley kept asking the girls there if they'd be the 'buns to his sausage', or both of them preffering to pass and couldn't hit the clutch shots? It's up to interpretation. Only a few players ended up needing the quiet room--otherwise known as the toilet, with Nilsen and Foley eventually succumbing to the effects of their long night out.

Some would say it's a bad look for the captain of the team to need to have Murray and Hellstrom watch over him to make sure he doesn't die overnight, but I like to believe it's really an honour he did so--giving warning to his young teammates the effects alcohol can have on them, giving himself up as a martyr to teach them proper drinking and party ettiquite.