DRUNK HOCKEY FAN + QUEEN = AWESOME
12.11.07There's simply more capital-A Awesomeness in this video than I can possibly measure with words. The 1980s mullet alive and well at an Islanders game… the new Internet star only knowing the words to the chorus… the tragedy of his spilled beer… the Amy Winehouse dance moves. If this YouTube doesn't go from 1400 views to over a million by the end of the month, I'm going to be severely disappointed in our society. Because if we can't laugh at drunk lip-syncing hockey fans, who can we laugh at?
…Well, yes. "Retards" and "monkeys in clothes" are both good answers. But the question was meant to be rhetorical.
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wow, complete with the "air microphone". I'm just disappointed they didn't play the sweet guitar solo where he could have really rocked out.
Kevin DuBrow lives on.
That guy looked a lot like Frank Caliendo.
When my father said he was going "upstate" for business, we all just assumed he was cheating on my mom, but this is FUCKING unacceptable! How could you do this to your family dad? How?!
"Alright Brain, you don't like me and I don't like you. But let's just do this and I can get back to killing you with beer."
@VNY… Here's a guy who's gonna need a lot of cocaine to be able to smash cans over his head and cross streams with his friends in the parking lot after the game!
A sign of his level of drunkeness … based on lip-reading, he was a lot closer to singing Stone Cold Crazy than We Will Rock You. Reminds me of my wife's staff Christmas party last weekend. The secretary's husband was the only amusing karaoke of the night. The alchohol caused him to do Bohemian Rhapsody a la Mudvayne. Not that he's ever even heard of Mudvayne.
He was drunk?
Air mic. Check.
Leg kick. Check
Mullet whip. Check
Spin/fall/recovery. Check.
Beer/Dignity/pride/awareness of surroundings. M.I.A
That was actually from a Tonya Harding exhibition. And yes, that guy's doin her.
Nice call on the "Dad?" tag. I'm thinking that this guy is related to Doogie somehow.
I would have guessed this guy was from Ohio and this video was taken at a Blue Jackets game.
@Enrico, I'm thinking it might be Doogie.
I love when he picks up his spilled beer with a glimmer of hope that there's still some left.
@UU…Wait a sec….Where's Doogie?? and Nanna's titties??? I've been outta the loop…
@alumni, I'm surprised he didn't try to drink the beer off the floor.
@LCPl, no idea where Doogie is. Weird here without him.
Fuck…and I suppose no one ever got the boob job pics??
The best part is his "friend" telling him to sit down at the end. As if there was any way to recover even a liver of dignity at that point.
And, yes ladies, he's single.
True story. I was just getting reemed by the company's owner minutes ago and I showed him this video and he forgot what he was yelling at me about. He said it reminded him of last year's company Christmas party where I got smashed and karaoke'd the fuck out of "Roadhouse Blues" by the Doors. Thanks, WithLeather.
This guy was also part of the Raucous Gate D crowd at New York Jets games.
2nd row off the glass? Too bad he'll never remember just how good those seats were.
Pauly…reemed?? really??? by the owner???
@LCPL
Yes, reemed, ala Dick Rambone. But like they say, it's not who you know, it's who you blow. Still don't know who the fuck "they" are but….. I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
Pauly,
"They" will fuck you every chance "They" get and not even give you a reach around…at least here at my work they do….
Frank Caliendo's impression of Joe Cocker sucks
I love the look around with the "Who knocked over my beer?" face. I sympathize. I know that whenever I start really getting my groove on a party, some asshole that I can never find always trying to harsh my mellow by sneaking up on me and spilling my drink. Usually on some skank that I am trying to impress. Bastard.
Prepositions are for women.
As are propositions.
DUDE, PARTY FOUL, WEAK BRAH, WEAK!!
@UU, weak on the Ohio/Blue Jackets nonsense. We already knew this was Long Island's finest/Doogie, no need to drag Ohio into this.