There are many, many, many things in this world that I do not understand. Many.
73 year olds becoming Dads.
Three seasons of Married at First Sight.
But chief amongst these impossibles of imponderables are the mates attending sporting contests who, upon an inspiring piece of play, do not cheer or shout. But instead turn to congratulate each other. High fiving and the like. As if they had the first fucking thing to do with any of it.
Well played. Good game.