Zac Guildford wouldn't have been the only young New Zealander who woke up last weekend feeling sore, sorry and sick to the stomach as he tried to piece together the events of the weekend.
Unlike other young Kiwis, though, his naked, drunken rampage made front-page news and his humiliation was writ large, for all the world to read.
That's what you get when you get paid the big dollars and wear the Silver Fern, I suppose, but it must be hard making your mistakes in public.
Zac was lucky that the two men he ran into in Trader Jack's are willing to forgive and forget and just want him to get well; the female triathlete who Zac allegedly harassed is less forgiving - although her claims for financial compensation make me wonder what her real motivation is in laying a complaint.
Guildford is lucky he has a supportive employer and that he will have all the help in the world as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he and alcohol simply don't mix.