Friedensreich Hundertwasser rolls over in the motel from a heavy session after the recent loss to Detroit. The team went out to blow off some steam in the city centre before heading back the next day.
One too many jaeger bombs and Hundertwasser was feeling shit. His phone had been vibrating so much it had fallen off the bed so he picked it up to see what was wrong.

"Congratulations on your engagement!" read the first pop up.
"I can't believe you didn't tell us before putting it in facebook and twitter" said the second.
There were hundreds and hundreds of messages all of the same ilk, from various people and an outpouring of love on twitter and 150 missed calls from his girlfriend Laura.
No idea what was going on he looked at his recent posts.

"I got down on one Knee and she said yes"

Someone on the team must've stolen his phone and posted that everywhere. Furious, Hundertwasser stormed out of his room and into the hallway where his whole team waited
A cheer erupted and everyone gave him pelters.
A phone call and a few posts later and everything was solved other than his ego.

(a bit tamer than most but this happened to me irl. Super awkward).