I wish he didn’t actually mean beer. In my mind there is this big fat guy decked out in an old Jim Kelly jersey with blue, white, and red Zubaz pants on just holding onto like 2lbs of chuck steak and waiting for the Jets team bus to pass by so he can pelt it with cooked cow. Then the dude falls down and chuck steak goes everywhere… ruining the Zubaz pants he has had for 15 years (which he will still not throw away) get getting cow blood on the white numbers of the jersey. All while his friends cheer him on downing bud heavys and (not as good as advertised) buffalo wings.
Yes… that would be the ideal scenario. Instead, the drunk guy just threw a snow ball and slipped on some ice and his beer spilled everywhere. Not near as entertaining. I’m sticking with #1.