“Cheers,” Teddy says, raising his glass of whiskey.
“You guys didn’t need to do this. I already had a bachelor party,” Owen says in protest, but he’s grinning.
The truth is, summer will be over before we know it, and the rigors of training camp are mere weeks away. Which means this weekend is basically just an excuse to get drunk, eat badly, sleep in, and have bro-time. But, of course, it’s all been done under the guise of a bachelor-party-bonding weekend with the groomsmen from Owen’s wedding—Teddy, Asher, Justin, and me. His cousin Matt is in the wedding party too, I guess, but he lives in California and will only be coming into town for the wedding, which will take place in two weeks in Becca’s hometown.
“Cheers,” I say, and we all raise our glasses of expensive whiskey. It goes down
