We laugh, we drink (too much), we eat (too much), tease or "carve" each other mercilessly and play some hockey. The hockey, really, is just a subset of the bonding experience which men crave and live for. Unless you get mercilessly teased by everyone at least once, generally speaking you are not liked by the others. We all take our turn; our weaknesses exposed and our worst moments re-told over and over. But then again, everyone gets their turn.
As the day wears on, feet get cold and guys start to get tired. Someone will yell out "OK boys, first team to get to 10 goals wins it all!" And, with this announcement it is mutually understood that this game matters. The funny thing is nobody really cares who "won" the final game when the day is over.
Win the final game and you get bragging rights and with that tenth goal comes the celebration, which is always short and somewhat understated. After all there is beer to be drank and other people who haven't had their turn being carved yet.
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