Good Post Alert: Do you have a favorite drunkard? ... Andre The Giant

I got hip to this yesterday, after 2-hours of clearing eight-inches of snow.

Looking to chill out, I received an email from my brother, with the full article copied into it and, as he indicated in his message, I did find it to be a "fun read".

It comes from a Modern Drunkard Magazine (As opposed to, I guess, Old Drunkard Magazine and, trust me, that comes through in their equally entertaining History you can work through), back in October of 2006

Titled "Do you have a favorite drunkard?", Richard English turns out a most energetic and thoroughly entertaining piece on Andre The Giant, and his voracious (and believe me, that is an understatement) alcohol consumption.

Here's a few caveats ...

Another time, in the '70s, Andre was holding court at a beach-front bar in the Carolinas, boozing it up with fellow wrestlers Blackjack Mulligan, Dick Murdoch, and the inimitable Ric Flair. They'd been drinking with gusto for hours when Flair goaded Mulligan and Murdoch into some slap-boxing with Andre, who had poured over 60 beers down his gullet. One of the two "accidentally" sucker-punched Andre. The Giant became enraged, grabbed both Mulligan (6'5", 250 lbs.) and Murdoch (6'3", 240 lbs.) and dragged them into the ocean, one in each hand, where he proceeded to hold them under water. Flair intervened, and Andre released the men, assuring them he was only playing around. Murdoch and Mulligan, who had nearly drowned, weren't so sure, but neither messed with Andre the Giant again. They also picked up the tab.

You won't find it in the Guinness Book of World Records, but Andre the Giant holds the world record for the largest number of beers consumed in a single sitting. These were standard 12-ounce bottles of beer, nothing fancy, but during a six-hour period Andre drank 119 of them. It was one of the few times Andre got drunk enough to pass out, which he did in a hallway at his hotel. His companions, quite drunk themselves, couldn't move the big man. Fearing trouble with cops, they stole a piano cover from the lounge and draped it over Andre's inert form. He slept peacefully until morning, unmolested by anyone. Perhaps the hotel people thought he was a piece of furniture.

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