Back in the day, a Buffalo bar called Mulligan's Brick Bar (it had a brick floor) there were some drunken idiots doing the bottle smack thing to each other. They used to sell Rolling Rock or O.V. by the case (in those dinky 7-oz bottles), so the general thought was that when you had 24 of them, there was plenty of brew to spill. So eventually, their little game turned in to "shake the bottle and douse your friend like you just won the World Series". Since we were standing close by, and the bar is kind of dark, we were sustaining collateral damage, especially when one of those dorks kept hiding behind us in hopes that his buddies wouldn't shoot innocent bystanders to hit his target. His buddies weren't squeamish about that, although they did try at least a little to avoid us. In short order, it became apparent that we'd have to either kick thier asses or join in. We looked at each other, all too skinny or too chubby, and we looked at them - rugby players at a guess. So we started spraying them with our beer. Didn't take too long before half the bar was involved in this mess. The bouncers sort of looked on, shaking their heads. Usually all they have to do is toss people because of another fine tradition of smashing the empty bottles on the brick floor.
