Posted November 1, 2014 at 5:01 pm

On very rare and very special occasions, Eric R. Bittle will get live-tweety and photo-happy and particularly social media-y. Yesterday was one of those days.

“Seconds before Ransom’s face "got sniped” #RIP" Because Shitty played soccer for two years in middle school and is slightly delusional about his “mad juggling skills”. Everyone on the team has gotten their shit rocked by a soccer ball at least once. 

Dex asked Jack why he wasn’t playing soccer and Jack said “Shitty always manages to hit me in the face before our first game. It’s happened for three years. Not this time.”

Seconds before Ransom’s face “got sniped” #RIP pic.twitter.com/tf1F8BpQog

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

BUT BEFORE THAT Chowder passed out on the Haus’s couch while checking his phone or something and Bitty thought it was okay to photograph this in a maternal/creepy way:

Oh no…This is what dorms are for…#SweetBabyChowder pic.twitter.com/hVzmqLPksj

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

Rans: DUDE the last time I slept on that couch I got a rash. Chowder: OH NO I FEEL ITCHY

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

Do you love how gullible Chowder is? I love how gullible Chowder is. And how he is constantly on edge and ready to freak out about everything. This is why he’s such a good goalie. “Is that puck coming towards me is that puck coming towards me oh no maybe it is wait it definitely is oh no oh no oh no okay okay okay it didn’t but it could’ve that was close hey get out of my crease WHAT WAS THAT”

Lardo: sup boys Lardo: wreck shit tonight (/◕ヮ◕)/:・゚✧~ best manager:・゚✧

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) October 31, 2014

Lardo isn’t talkative so whatever she says is always pretty important. She probably put a hand on Bitty’s shoulder and said “you’ll kill it” and Bitty was like, “wait I have strength now.”

And then of course they wrecked shit:

samwell 3-1!!

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

[insert super-detailed boxscore here]

[insert terrible student-paper photos from the Daily here]

[insert picture of Jack’s post-game interview here]

[insert collage of marriage proposal posters that Wellies held up in the stands here (“will that guy named Shitty marry me?”)]

[insert picture of Samwell men’s hockey raising their sticks to the crowd here]

And what do you do when you win your first game of your season? You have a kegster of course.

Jack proposed to be a cat for halloween (probably to make Bitty + Shitty + Lardo shutup and to save himself from a worser fate). But you know? No one really thought he’d follow through with it. Even if Lardo and Bitty gave him little cat ears the day before and EVEN IF Shitty said “YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING FOR HALLOWEEN FOR THE LAST THREE YEARS THIS IS YOUR LAST SAMWELL HALLOWEEN–how are we even friends?”

And this happened.

Shitty’s 100% sure Jack’s only in costume because he scored twice. But I dunno!!

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

Samwell Halloween 2014 pic.twitter.com/dkxLckUf1W

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

Shitty: Jack Laurent? YOU’RE my best friend. My BEst friend and you’re beautiful and you’re FINALLY A CAT!

— Eric Bittle (@omgcheckplease) November 1, 2014

Cue Shitty hugging Jack for the rest of the night and wailing “he’s a caaaaat. He’s a ca-a-a-at. I love this beautiful man so &!%@$^* muuuucchhE SCORED TWO GOALS.”

And when they get to that segment on college athlete costumes on College Sports Weekly Recap, they’ll say something like “It looks like Jack Zimmermann was so tired from his great game that evening that he didn’t really care what he was.” “Uhhh I think he’s a cat, Mike.” “He might be.”

ETA: QUICK. What do you think Jack’s reaction to seeing Bitty in a dress was GO.

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