They weren't really a friend, but I knew a Canadian expat in high school and at university. They were one of those "overcompensate for leaving where I came from by being #1 hometown that's not where I live now sports fan USA."
Well their Canadian hockey team of choice was part of that string of Canadian hockey teams that lost Stanley Cup Finals to teams based in the sunbelt where frankly people couldn't give less of a fuck about hockey in the 2000s.
They were super obnoxious during the team's run. "[TEAM] is going to bring the Cup back to Canada." Et cetera. They even made the mistake of not being a good sport when they bounced Anacrime.

So I was watching what would become the deciding game of the Stanley Cup Final this team choked in and when they handed off the Stanley Cup to the winning team's captain it struck me that this would be an excellent photo opportunity, so I grabbed my mobile phone and snapped a shot of the TV.
Several years later the two of us were at a house party that was notorious for having bad cellular reception. At one point in the night my Canadian counterpart needed to make a phone call and loudly bemoaned the fact that their mobile wasn't working. So what did I do? I quickly grabbed my phone, set the wallpaper to the picture I took all those years ago, and said, "Hey [redacted], why don't you try my phone?" and handed my phone to them. Committing the one mistake one should never commit, they graciously accepted my offer and went to make a call... only to see a photo reminding them of their crushing defeat years ago.

They didn't even do anything to my phone or me, they just took the L and handed it back to me without saying anything. Their facial expression upon having a painful memory involuntarily brought back into surface thought brehs.
