Lottery night was a crazy night with everyone having a reason to get a little drunk.  One third, including, me celebrated that we were not going.  One third commiserated because they were going.  And, one third agonized because they didn’t know – though those "middlers" with the lower numbers felt a dark shadow over their heads.

When the TV lottery ended, we left the fraternity house en masse to calm (or maybe to share) our angst with others at a local pub.