With our four-day Winnipeg binge drawing tantalizingly, alarmingly close, there's only one way to get into the spirit - fuzzy reminiscing about drunken moments at Grey Cup parties, Grey Cup afterparties, and maybe even Grey Cup games. Today, we start with a particularly touching story about a retired receiver's allegedly busy hands.

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Allow us to set the scene. It's Grey Cup '05, in Vancouver, and we're in Riderville. On the balcony, there's a middle-aged gentleman in green dreadlocks oggling unsuspecting young women entering the nightclub below, and occasionally informing them that "I've got my eye on you." In the bathroom, there's a copious supply of green vomit and a Saskatchewanian explaining that it represents "Rider pride." In the main room, the Alouettes' and Eskimos' dance teams are having some sort of dance-off that threatens to turn into a brawl. And off to the side, we're chatting with a very affable young fan who opts to tell us about his favourite Grey Cup experience - a story we have some serious doubts about, but find pretty inspiring either way.

According to this legend, he and his then-girlfriend were enjoying the Grey Cup revelry a previous year when they happened upon Darren Flutie, and decided to pose for a photo with him. In the midst of said photo, Flutie supposedly decided it was an opportune moment to grope the young lady's chest (our friend put it slightly less delicately) - and then proceded to explain that this sort of interaction between players and fans is what makes the Grey Cup so great.

Again, we have no idea if this actually happened. But it doesn't much matter. The best part wasn't the alleged groping, or even Flutie's supposed explanation of what a wondrous experience it is to be touched inappropriately by him - it's that the fan was firmly of the view that the best possible thing that could happen to him at the Grey Cup was for his girlfriend to be fondled by a CFL player. Or, as he put it: "That was the greatest picture ever."

This has been your Grey Cup moment.