Poor Stevie G. The England and Liverpool midfielder is throwing himself on the mercy of the courts after being charged with affray for beating a bar patron like a rented mule. He should be used to pleading his case. He begs referees for penalties after diving on a weekly basis during the Premier League season.

The facts of the night in question read like an average night in a douchebag bar. The altercation started after the victim, Marcus McGee refused to let Gerrard play some music on a CD player.

Marcus McGee, 34, said he disliked the footballer’s attitude when requesting a card that controlled the stereo. “I would describe it as bad and rude. He was bad-mannered straight away. I acted in proportion to what his attitude was.

“When you see a famous person like that you do not think you are going to have a fight or trouble with them.”

He told Liverpool crown court that Gerrard, 29, said “something to the effect of, ‘Here you are, lad, give me that.’ “

He refused: “It was my job, so I didn’t hand it over.” McGee said the manager of the Lounge Inn in Southport had asked him to be in charge of the music as he wanted to get everyone dancing.

He told the court that Gerrard made a move to try to grab the card off him to take it away and recalls it slipping on to the floor. The footballer walked away.

Gerrard later came back and asked McGee, “What the fuck is your problem?” and it was on like Donkey Kong. After getting up from the stool, McGee was beat down by several people including Gerrard. Bar staff testified that Gerrard walked off in “a huff” after having his music requests turned down before returning to throw some ‘bows. There are only so many times that people want to hear “You’ll Never Walk Alone”.

Gerrard testified that McGee came at him although he admitted calling him a prick after having his music turned down. He thought he was under attack but CCTV footage showed otherwise.

He apologized to the court for his behavior and said that he was mistaken about the course of events.

“I am certainly mistaken in thinking he was coming towards me to throw punches at me. Now I know, obviously, he had been struck, reacted and thought the strike was by me and he came into me and that’s when I reacted.”

No apology for the guido fist pumps? Gerrard and his friends were getting drunk on Budweiser and Jammy Donut shots. That alone should be a crime. No respectable man should drink anything called a Jammy Donut unless he’s on his knees and/or in jail. He later cried when a letter of support from Kenny Dalglish was read before the court. Pull yourself together and have some dignity. Any real Scouser would have taken pride in beating down someone in a bar. He also would have run the victim’s pockets. The jury should begin deliberating tomorrow. Don’t worry, Liverpool fans. He’ll be on the pitch for the first game of the season. He’s no Joey Barton.

UPDATE: Free at last, free at last, thank god almighty Stevie G is free at last. He’s been cleared of all charges. The tear-filled apology worked. Here’s to celebrity justice.

You know your season is going bad when 7 year olds are drinking in the stands. 47 year old Tigers fan, Christopher Ratte lost custody of his son for a week because his 7 year old son was caught drinking a bottle of Mikes Hard Lemonade in the stands. Ratte’s son was thirsty towards the end of a game and asked for a bottle of lemonade and Ratte obliged but he unknowingly purchased his son a bottle of “hard lemonade”, not knowing that it contained any alcohol.

“I’d never drunk it, never purchased it, never heard of it,” Ratte of Ann Arbor told [the reporter] sheepishly last week. “And it’s certainly not what I expected when I ordered a lemonade for my 7-year-old.”

A security guard saw the boy drinking it, took the bottle away from the kid, scolded the parent, called the police over and took Ratte in for questioning for an hour while his son was taken to a hospital for observation. The child was then kept from Ratte and his wife for two days in foster care, then once released, it was another week before Ratte could go back to his house and be around his son.

Bit of an overreaction sure, but, sadly, the officials all pretty much followed the law on this one. Still though, quite a mess. Poor kid probably had no idea what was going on…and not because he was hittin the bottle hard. Apparently the kid didn’t even get drunk. All of that and he didn’t even get sauced? Methinks that 7 year old already has a pretty solid tolerance…or Mike’s is just a weak excuse for an alcoholic beverage. I want to believe the former is true, but the reality is the latter.

Of course, if i were a fan of the Tigers right now, I would be tipping back as many beers as I could to make it through a game…oh wait, i’m a Nationals fan…they’re so sad I’m drunk right now and its an off game. Go Nats!

From Detroit Free Press

We at the Deuce are big fans of drinking . We are also playing a bit of the fantasy football this year. I figured, the time has come to marry the two into a perfect union of football and alcoholism and create, the fantasy football drinking game. This game is sure to get you drunk as a skunk, so long as your team is actually good. If your team sucks, not only will you lose your fantasy game…but you’ll lose and still be sober, maintaining your normal sad outlook on this shitty world we live in. Its quite easy to pick up, and live scoring is a must here’s the rules:

• Every 10 yds RB/WR/TE = 1 shot/drink of beer
• TD scored = 1 pint/can chugged
• Every 20 yds QB = 1 shot/drink of beer
• INT/Fumble lost = 1 shot of liquor of choice
• X-point = SOCIAL! Everyone take 1 shot/drink of beer
• FG = 1 pint/can chugged (you shoulda scored a TD you pussy)
• Sack = 1 shot of liquor of choice
• Safety scored = 1 pint/can chugged
• Player ends game with a yardage amount ending in 9 (meaning you were 1 yard away from 1 more point) = 1 shot of liquor of your choice
• Player out of game due to injury/ejection = 1 shot of liquor of your choice
• Starting a player on a bye week = 1 pint/can chugged immediately, dumbass
• Start Rex Grossman = 1 shot of liquor of your choice (you will need it)
• Complain about not starting someone lighting up the scoreboard on your bench = 1 pint/can chugged…and quit your whining bitch!
• Rooting for a team going against your favorite team so you can score more fantasy points = 1 pint/can chugged (you don’t EVER root against your team)

Addendum: Game can be reversed if actual fantasy football opponent is in the room drinking with you. All team scoring actions are then switched to drinking when the other team scores points. That way if you lose at football, you will so drunk that you won’t remember your sad defeat…until the next morning when you’re hungover.

Got any more suggestions?

When you walk into a fancy bar, you ask for fancy drinks, stuff like “I’ll take a Midori Colada” or “Caramel Apple Martini” or something classy like that. When you go into a sports bar to watch your daily dose of athleticism you should be able to ask for a drink with a sports themed name. We here at the Deuce love drinking and sports, so we’re happy to provide you with a guide. Here’s a dozen to get you started. (I double dog dare anyone to do this entire list…if you do, I want pictures and lots of them.)

Snotty Bitch = “A Terrell Owens”
Directions: Prepare a tall glass full of ice then add 1 part Vermouth, 1 1/2 parts Vodka, 2 parts Sour mix, then 1 1/2 parts Club soda. Shake, strain, and finish off with a splash of lemon juice. Prance around like the bitch you are for the rest of the night.

Mind Eraser = “A Troy Aikman”
Directions: Pour 2 parts of coffee liqueur, add ice, float 2 shots of vodka, and two parts (or so) of lemon-lime soda, club soda or tonic water (your preference). Remember nothing for the days.

White Russian = “A Kirilenko”
Directions: Prepare a tall glass full of ice then add 2 parts Vodka, then 1 part Coffee liqueur, finally add 1 1/2 parts Cream. Stay white homey.

Liquid Cocaine = “A Doc Gooden”
Directions: A double-shot. Get a mixing cup ready with ice. Pour in 2 parts each of Vodka, Peach flavored Bourbon, Amaretto and Orange liqueur. Splash pineapple juice, then shake. Pour into double-shot glass…be fucked up for life.

Incredible Hulk = “A Barry Bonds”
Directions: Add 3 parts Hypnotiq to a chilled cocktail glass. Then add two parts Hennessy Cognac. The result is a mean green drink with a sweet but killer bite.

Blue Mother Fucker = “An Eli”
Directions: Pour 1/2 parts each of Curacao (Blue), Gin, Rum (light), Tequila (clear), Vodka into a glass of ice, add 1 splash each of 7-up and Sour Mix. Shake, drink and get sacked.

Veritas Asshat = “A Kobe”
Directions: Fill glass with ice, add 2 shots of 151 (rum) then 2 shots of Midori (melon liqueur)then 2 splashes of sour mix and then fill to top of glass with sprite. Stir with straw and enjoy…you ASSHAT!

Dirty Butt Whore = “An Amaechi”
Directions: Prepare a highball glass full of ice. Add 1 part Bourbon, 1 part Jagermeister, and 2 parts Orange juice. Fill the glass with Cola. Insert your own joke here.

Brain Damage = “An Elijah Dukes”
Directions: 3 Parts Gin, 4 Parts Jagermeister, 2 parts Vodka. Build in a rocks glass with a single ice cube. Go fucking nuts immediately after…dawg.

B-52 = “A Heath Shuler”
Directions: Layer 1 part Kahlua, 1 part Bailey’s and then 1 part Grand Marnier in a shot glass. Prepare to be finished quickly.

Sexy Gator = “A Tebow” (for the ladies)
Directions: Put melon liqueur and sour into a mixing tin, and spindle-mix for two seconds. Pour contents into martini glass. Slowly pour Jagermeister down the side of the glass (it will sink to bottom). Carefully float raspberry liqueur on top of the melon-sour layer. If successful you should have a 3 layered drink! Upon finishing, you have had sex with a gator.

Suicide Pact = “A Benoit”
Directions: Grab 2 shot glasses and a friend. Each fill your shot glass halfway with tequila and top off with vodka. Prepare to die. (Too soon?)

FOR PART II OF THIS STORY CLICK HERE
Recipies from Extratasty & Drink Nation
Photo of Drunk Random Dude in DC By SexyFitsum on Flickr
Photo of Tebow from Barstool Sports