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. In honour of the newest member of the Fort Erie city council, we bring you a genuinely heartwarming memory from the Argos post-game celebrations in '04.

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Allow us to set the scene. It's roughly 4:00 a.m., the Argos are a few hours removed from winning the Grey Cup, and we're pretty sure our night's not going to get much better. Having weaseled our way into their post-game party at an Ottawa nightclub, we've already witnessed everything from Arland Bruce's awesome fashion sense to Tony Miles' drunken attempts at conversation to Romaro Miller's phenomenal game. And so we've staggered into Dunn's for some smoked meat sandwiches, hopefully to be consumed before we collapse.

Our meal begins in less than promising fashion, courtesy the arrival at our table of a rather scraggly and thoroughly inebriated gentleman who proceeds to engage us in twenty minutes of inane conversation. (Him: Tomorrow, I'm going to call down to Vegas and place a bet that Damon Allen's going to play another year. Us: Really? They're taking bets on that now? Him: Oh yeah. You bet. I'm calling tomorrow.)

But then, out of the corner of our eye, we notice something. Seated in a corner booth, minding his own business, is Sandy Annunziata - with the Grey Cup sitting in the booth next to him.

Every Canadian bone in our bodies tells us to leave the man alone. But every beer in our bodies tells us to make our move, forthwith. And so we approach Sandy, offer our hearty congratulations, and ask if we can take a picture with him and the Cup. (Just to be clear, we have no affilation whatsoever with those two people at the front of said picture. Truth be told, we can't really remember who they are.)

The next thing we know, we're holding the Cup as it's passed among us. Truthfully, we have no idea what Sandy's teammates would've thought of this. But to our minds, it made him quite possibly the greatest person ever elected to Fort Erie's city council.

This has been your Grey Cup moment. (You were expecting something snide, weren't you? What can we tell you...we get sentimental this time of year.)