It was the German walking across the middle school field, which would have been a “holy shit” moment to begin with if I wasn’t already used to seeing him all the time. But there were the two men walking alongside him. One was another German who I’d seen play plenty of times growing up, and the other a Spaniard who I’d met before and happened to have a cologne commercial running on television. They pooped. They all pooped. Every single one of them.