November : Drunk
It was only with much hindsight that Dean realised what an idiot he was for thinking he could explain the offside rule to a bunch of drunk wizards.
They had to cling to each other just to remain in a mostly upright position, albeit with much swaying and, sadly yes, giggling. Those who were slightly less drunk, and therefore would only fall down every third step or so, were placing bets on anything they could think of.
It was in this fashion that they somehow ended up on a football pitch, and while those who were still mobile examined the goals and complained about the oddity of painted lines on the ground, Dean decided that it was about time he really got them to understand about his favourite game.
The stories of his lapse into frustrated sobbing lived on for years after.