Bros will be bros. My only advice for these dudes is to enjoy it while they can. Because the last time I snuck a few nips of whiskey into a sporting event, my friends almost staged an intervention. Apparently 27-year-olds are supposed to be mature enough to play by the rules and smile while I shell out my life savings for a $14 Bud Light.
Stay young, fellas. Stay rebellious. Question everything. Because as you get older, you’ll realize that there is so much shit to bitch about, that you end up not bitching about anything. You just tuck your dick between your legs and slowly watch all of your dreams die.
…Maybe that intervention was about more than just the alcohol.