What a game?? what a victory?? what a night?? So I'm hammered drunk and I stumble out of Ilves at around 2.30 with the GF in tow. I'd been talking about doing the 'Will Ferrell Old School' run all night. Few of my friends decide that they too want to see this first hand. The shirt and jacket are removed and Im two steps away from doing something really stupid.....and thats when the whole crew jump in and urge me not to do it. So I zipped up and went home to my bed as a self-labelled bottler, a very happy one. Ah well...there's always next year