Truth be told, Ryan hadn't stayed back in the locker room to tidy up and revel (alone) in his team's victory. No....he was planning a big entrance. It almost felt like a surprise party for him, and he wanted to be fashionably late....Yeah, the victory had totally gone to his head.

He walked up to the Broomshed, trophy in hand...er...well, it was too big for one hand, so it was in his grip. Sloth roll grip? No. Badum PSHHHH. (Geddit?). Yeah...so anyway, he took a deep breath before slowly opening the door to the Broomshed, where he had spent many quiet hours designing plays and polishing his broom.

Once inside, he hoisted the cup high over his head, shouting, "I! Have! Arrived!!!" He was expecting a full round of applause and many many people approaching him and congratulating him and patting him on the back and yeah........this victory had really gone to his head, the jerk.