It’s usually a Saturday or preferably a Sunday.
It starts with a hearty breakfast and alcohol (in this case, champagne).
It follows through with a pre game before a big game (in this case, vodka shots).
It then continues all the way to the stadium with alcohol (in this case, beers).
You finish the game, come back home, watch another game, keep drinking (in this case, whiskey).
By late in the afternoon you’re either drunk, passed out or sick (or all mentioned above).
In the evening you’re regretting what you did, asking yourself why do you torture your body like this, trying to survive the rest of the night while making sense of what’s coming next when you wake-up: