Muhammad Ali has been long considered the Greatest.
"I am the Greatest," the heavyweight fighter shouted at many bouts.
My choice for the Greatest has always been Andre the Giant.
He was able to pick up the Boston Bruins Bobby Orr and Carol Vadnais without breaking a sweat.
No one even close to the Greatest.
Andre the Giant.
Forever.
Andre the Giant was a huge man as anyone can tell from how small the beer can looks in his hand.
The champion pro wrestler was also a monstrous drinker once downing 199 beers in a sitting.
The American singer/pianist Jimmy Durante aka the Schnozzola also liked his beer.
And he loved his wife, Mrs. Calabash.
He was a man of the people.
No one remembers the Schnozz these days, but I honor all beer drinkers.
I don't think Jimmie Durante could have downed 199 beers. I can't either, but I love his 1944 hit I'LL BE SEEING YOU.
To view this song, please go to the following URL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSzmuWImK7Q
Several years back one of the guards at the diamond exchange was drinking on the job. Joe had a Bud for breakfast. He drank another two on his coffee break. His lunch consisted of six beers. According to his calculation Joe consumed 15-16 beers during the course of a day. Finally his doctor advised Joe to cut down of his beers.
"I'm not stopping nothing." Joe was stubborn and ignored the warning, as his belly bloated to an enormous size.
On his next check-up the doctor informed him that his distended stomach was from the beer carbonation seeping through his stomach lining into his body. The only remedy was a complete cessation of beer and soda and Joe bemoaned his fall from grace.
“Even after the four week abstinence I won’t be able to drink beer. Not like a man is supposed to drink beer.”
I commiserated with my friend, because I’m a lightweight in my old age.
I have no more 20-beer nights.
These days five beers are too many, although I can put down ten when the thirst is on me.
Neither Joe nor I were world-class drinkers like Andre the Giant who drank enough for 30 men according to this piece from Wikpedia.
“He has been unofficially crowned “The Greatest Drunk on Earth” for once consuming 119 12-ounce beers in 6 hours. On an episode of WWE’s Legends of Wrestling, Mike Graham claimed that André once drank 197 16-ounce beers in one sitting, which was confirmed by Dusty Rhodes. In her autobiography, The Fabulous Moolah alleges that André drank 327 beers and passed out in a hotel bar in Reading, Pennsylvania, and because the staff could not move him, they had to leave him there until he regained consciousness.”
327 beers.
I’d died after drinking a 10th of his epic feat.
Andre the Giant would rise from the ashes of his hangover and drink as if there had been no yesterday.
My next beer is to him.
The God of Beermas and his ghost wants his beers during this Oktoberfest, so lift your beers to the Giant.
To hear tales of his drinking please go to this URL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Kwyb65J_d4
Andre the Giant is a legend. His presence in the WWF gave the wrestling federation credibility. This man was big. He entered Studio 54 when I was working there. I opened the ropes and said, "Right this way, Andre."
He smiled and ushered in his three guests.
No much of an entourage and I was surprised to hear that a graffiti artist from Providence RI had tagged numerous cities with the words ANDRE THE GIANT HAS A POSSE. Supposedly this phrase was everywhere in the world where there were graffiti artists and skateboarders. Neither were my crew nor Andre, although I'm sure that he approved this expansion of identity.
This story from wikpedia is why Andre might have traveled light, but he did have a posse.
'Another feud involved a man who considered himself to be "the true giant" of wrestling: Big John Studd. Throughout the early to mid-1980s, André and Studd fought all over the world, battling to try and determine who the real giant of wrestling was. In December 1984, Studd took the feud to a new level, when he and partner Ken Patera knocked out André during a televised tag team match and proceeded to cut off André's hair. André had the last laugh at the first WrestleMania on 31 March 1985 at Madison Square Garden. André conquered Studd in a $15,000 Body Slam Challenge. After slamming Studd, he attempted to give the $15,000 prize to the fans, before having the bag stolen from him by his future manager Bobby "The Brain" Heenan.'
We are Andre's Posse.
Joe the guard at the diamond exchange used to drink on the job.
Beer.
Budweiser.
The ex-cop drank off the job too.
His first beer was a Bud for breakfast.
According to his calculation Joe consumed 15-16 beers during the course of a day. His doctor advised his patient to cut down. Joe ignored the warning and his belly bloated to an enormous size, as gas from all the carbonation seeped from his stomach. The only remedy was a complete cessation of beer and soda.
"It isn't fair."
Joe has been bemoaning his fall from grace.
"Even after the four-week abstinence I won't be able to drink beer. Not like a man is supposed to drink beer."
I commiserated with my friend, because I'm a lightweight in my old age.
No more 20-beer nights.
5 is a lot now, but neither Joe nor I world-class drinkers like Andre the Giant who drank enough for 30 men according to this piece from Wikpedia.
"He has been unofficially crowned "The Greatest Drunk on Earth" for once consuming 119 12-ounce beers in 6 hours. On an episode of WWE's Legends of Wrestling, Mike Graham claimed that André once drank 197 16-ounce beers in one sitting, which was confirmed by Dusty Rhodes. In her autobiography, The Fabulous Moolah alleged that André drank 327 beers and passed out in a hotel bar in Reading, Pennsylvania, and because the staff could not move him, they had to leave him there until he regained consciousness."
327 beers.
I'd died after drinking a 10th of that, however Andre the Giant rose from the ashes of his hangover and drink as if there had been no yesterday.
My next beer will be to him.
The King of Beer.
For a related article click on this URL
http://www.mangozeen.com/2010/02/22/drinking/black-at-last.htm
Muhammad Ali has been long considered the Greatest.
"I am the Greatest," the heavyweight fighter shouted at many bouts.
My choice for the Greatest has always been Andre the Giant.
He was able to pick up the Boston Bruins Bobby Orr and Carol Vadnais without breaking a sweat.
No one even close to the Greatest.
Andre the Giant.
Forever.
Several years back one of the guards at the diamond exchange was drinking on the job. Joe had a Bud for breakfast. He drank another two on his coffee break. His lunch consisted of six beers. According to his calculation Joe consumed 15-16 beers during the course of a day. Finally his doctor advised Joe to cut down of his beers.
"I'm not stopping nothing." Joe was stubborn and ignored the warning, as his belly bloated to an enormous size.
On his next check-up the doctor informed him that his distended stomach was from the beer carbonation seeping through his stomach lining into his body. The only remedy was a complete cessation of beer and soda and Joe bemoaned his fall from grace.
“Even after the four week abstinence I won’t be able to drink beer. Not like a man is supposed to drink beer.”
I commiserated with my friend, because I’m a lightweight in my old age.
I have no more 20-beer nights.
These days five beers are too many, although I can put down ten when the thirst is on me.
Neither Joe nor I were world-class drinkers like Andre the Giant who drank enough for 30 men according to this piece from Wikpedia.
“He has been unofficially crowned “The Greatest Drunk on Earth” for once consuming 119 12-ounce beers in 6 hours. On an episode of WWE’s Legends of Wrestling, Mike Graham claimed that André once drank 197 16-ounce beers in one sitting, which was confirmed by Dusty Rhodes. In her autobiography, The Fabulous Moolah alleges that André drank 327 beers and passed out in a hotel bar in Reading, Pennsylvania, and because the staff could not move him, they had to leave him there until he regained consciousness.”
327 beers.
I’d died after drinking a 10th of his epic feat.
Andre the Giant would rise from the ashes of his hangover and drink as if there had been no yesterday.
My next beer is to him.
The God of Beermas and his ghost wants his beers during this Oktoberfest, so lift your beers to the Giant.
To hear tales of his drinking please go to this URL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Kwyb65J_d4
Andre the Giant is a legend. His presence in the WWF gave the wrestling federation credibility. This man was big. He entered Studio 54 when I was working there. I opened the ropes and said, "Right this way, Andre."
He smiled and ushered in his three guests.
No much of an entourage and I was surprised to hear that a graffiti artist from Providence RI had tagged numerous cities with the words ANDRE THE GIANT HAS A POSSE. Supposedly this phrase was everywhere in the world where there were graffiti artists and skateboarders. Neither were my crew nor Andre, although I'm sure that he approved this expansion of identity.
This story from wikpedia is why Andre might have traveled light, but he did have a posse.
'Another feud involved a man who considered himself to be "the true giant" of wrestling: Big John Studd. Throughout the early to mid-1980s, André and Studd fought all over the world, battling to try and determine who the real giant of wrestling was. In December 1984, Studd took the feud to a new level, when he and partner Ken Patera knocked out André during a televised tag team match and proceeded to cut off André's hair. André had the last laugh at the first WrestleMania on 31 March 1985 at Madison Square Garden. André conquered Studd in a $15,000 Body Slam Challenge. After slamming Studd, he attempted to give the $15,000 prize to the fans, before having the bag stolen from him by his future manager Bobby "The Brain" Heenan.'
We are Andre's Posse.
Andre the Giant was a legend. His presence in the WWF gave the wrestling federation credibility. This man was bigger than big. The Giant was huge. One night I was working the ropes of Studio 54 and I spotted Andre at the back of the crowd. I opened the ropes and said, "Right this way, Andre."
He smiled and was ushered in with his three guests.
No much of an entourage and later I went inside to buy my idol some drinks, except he was surrounded by hundreds of people. I signaled the bartender to cover his drinks. Afterward he showed me the bill.
Forty beers.
"Only for him." The bartender explained and I tore up the slip.
The Giant drank for free.
His following was massive in his heyday, but recently I was surprised to hear that a graffiti artist from Providence RI had tagged numerous cities with the words ANDRE THE GIANT HAS A POSSE. Supposedly this phrase was very popular with graffiti artists and skateboarders. I'm sure that Andre's Ghost would approve this expansion of identity, even if the Giant traveled solo.
We are Andre's Posse.
Bobby Orr and Andre the Giant.
It's a good thing that Andre's hands are visible.
