It started back in 2007, and now has officially elevated Ladainian Tomlinson to the top of the VikingsTailgate.com BeerSpillers List 2010 when shunned the Vikings Free Agency offer and left to go play for the New York Jets.

Frankly, we don’t like NFL players who take Viking jerseys as Souvenirs and run off to the Big Apple to sign elsewhere.  In 2007, with LT on my Fantasy Football team in the championship game, he gets hurt in the last  NFL game of the season vs.  Colts and don’t find the end zone? My fantasy team loses in the Championship by 1 point.

Later in the NFL  playoffs, after a regular season where LT sets all  sorts of NFL records, his Chargers team lays an egg at home, and literally blows up under his so called “leadership.”  (Sounds like good Viking Football BTW). Worst of all. after that loss, LT walks off the field like a sore loser, and refused to give the Patriots any credit at all for their win. He calls the Patriots and their coaches classless becuase they mocked Shawne Merriman’s “I almost gotta a sack dance”?

“When you go to the middle of our field, when you start doing the dance that Shawne Merriman is known for, that’s disrespectful to me. And I can’t sit there and watch that. And so, yeah, I was very upset. And just the fact that they showed no class at all. Absolutely no class. And maybe that comes from their head coach. So you know, there you have it.”

So here’s big Metrodome Beer for you LT! Enjoy the suds on that new green jersey in New York City. We truly hope you never get that ring you so desire!

Update: Al is first online nominee to be added to the beerspiller list for 2008.
“I would love to dump an ice cold beer on Al Harris because he is the dirtiest player in the NFL but it would be a waste of a good cold beer.”

Original Submission:
It’s the third quarter at Lambeau Field, Nov. 11. 2007. I am sitting on in the end zone, in section 110 row 10, and the Vikings are desperatley trying to drive down the field in a game where they were getting spanked by the Cheeseheads. It was a miserable day of Vikings football (but really, I was getting used to being a fan of gutless team since Brad Childress had taken over the year before).

Just one week removed from setting the ALL-TIME NFL single game rushing record of 296 yards, All Day Adrian Peterson was trying his best to spark a dead team. With Minnesota trailing 27-0, AD caught a screen pass, and ran about 11-yards before he was hit by Packers cornerback Al Harris. Packers fans sitting in front of me, jumped up cheering and taunting. Classy.

Peterson said he believed Harris’ low hit was clean. The rookie writhed in pain on the field afterward, fearing he might have torn a ligament, and players immediately called over trainers.

The following week ESPN broke a story reporting that Packer players were offered monetary incentives if they could hold Vikings running back Adrian Peterson under 100 yards in their meeting last week at Lambeau Field. It still makes for an eerie coincidence that AD was decked, and in my opinion, was hit by a cheapshot from Reggae Al to maybe gain one of these “incentives”.

The league’s rule against these types of payments is very clear-cut.
“Clubs and players are prohibited from offering or accepting bonuses to a player for his or his team’s performance against a particular team, a particular opposing player or players, or a particular group of an opposing team.”

So for that reason, Mr. Al Harris, we see no reason to NOT dump some of Milwaukee’s finest Miller Lite all over your dreadlocks.

Other Reasons:
1. In 2007, A former stripper filed suit on Green Bay cornerback Al Harris, claiming he sexually assaulted her in a Pompano Beach strip club in 2005. Harris’ agent said the allegations are unfounded.

2. A post at the Blog titled “Kissing Suzy Kolber” http://kissmesuzy.blogspot.com/2007/06/al-harris-and-coverage.html, sheds some light on the character of our latest inductee into the Beerspiller List.

“Being from the Chicagoland area, I venture up north to Wisconsin a couple times a year to get fall-down drunk and harass the degenerate cocksuckers that are Packer fans. Last summer a couple buddies and I made the trek to Manitowish Waters (imagine “The Great Outdoors” sans the lonely, but fuckable local girl) and hit up one of the many dive bars that plague this bastard child of a state.

Sporting orange and blue we waltz in like we own the joint and get more dirty looks than Isaiah Washington at a Gay Pride Parade. As the booze starts flowing, so do our overtly loud comments regarding Brett Favre’s drug dependencies and Charles Martin’s demise (isn’t karma a bitch). From the back of the bar someone yells, “At least our coach isn’t a limp dick, boner pill hustler.”

The moderately-sized crowd parts like the Red Sea and there stands a Rastafarian looking d-bag sporting flip-flops and socks. Not recognizing this guy, Dan (part of our crew) fired back with “I loved your work in ‘Cool Runnings’.” At this point, Ziggy Marley realizes that we are a bunch of drunk assholes, mutters “Eat a dick” just loud enough for us to hear and gets back to his game of pool.

We polish off a few more rounds and we hear people saying something about Al Harris. Simultaneously we all realized that Douchey McRaggae was none other than the aforementioned Packers cornerback. Relatively shitfaced, we wrap at the bar and take one last parting shot as we walk out the door, “Harris, you get beat more than a red-headed step child.”

And as we walk by the floor-to-ceiling window in front of the bar we hear a knocking sound and see Al Harris drop his pants, slap his dong on the glass and flip us off while nodding like a bobble-head. Bewildered and thinking we’re about to get our asses kick by a professional athlete we all ran like girls made a clean get away without a confrontation.

I wish I could have told you that Al was molesting farm animals with some teammates, but the Packers hadn’t drafted A.J. Hawk yet.”

(submitted in 2007) John Elway. The dweeb would not report to the team that drafted him (Baltimore) because he did not want to live on the East Coast. And he is the only ‘player’ I know of (with the possibility of Farve) to get a coach (Dan Reeves) fired. He also looks remarkably like ‘Mr. Ed’.

Ben Roethlisberger: Because he does NOTHING and gets all the credit for Steeler wins. He is not a good QB at all. Here’s to you, Big Ben!! Case in point, the Super Bowl run of 2005-06 started at the Metrodome right in front of our eyes. Roethlisberger is supposedly injured with a broken thumb, but he scores a TD. How dare he? So, now we have to treat that with some cold dome brew.

Okay, Better Reasons can be found at BigBensucks.com. We bow to their tribute.

Since “Big Ben” went on Letterman and let another man
groom him publicly, we have decided to make our own top ten list on why Big Ben sucks so
incredibly bad.

10.  Big Ben admitted to Letterman regarding his 3rd down Superbowl attempt , “I told Coach, ‘I don’t think I got in.”

Thanks for telling the 88 million viewers that saw it something they already knew dumbass

9.  Big Benny then went on to say  “But we
were getting ready to go for it on fourth down anyway, and I would have run it
again. So we would have found a way to get in.”

Given the Steelers first three attempts we would like to thank you for your lesson in clairvoyance… Save it for the psychic friends network asshole

6.  Your
team’s mascot is a fucking towel

5. For being caught on film like this Douche Bag

4. Do we even need to comment on this piece of shit?

3.  Shits ill’
Burger grew up in Ohio, played high school / college ball in Ohio and then went on to play for Shittsburg. This is understandable since he grew up in Findlay

2.  Big Ben is nick-named after some shitty clock in England where soccer is called football.
To top it off his last name is German, you poor confused bastard

1. Big “douche bag” Ben’s quarterback rating was 22.6, (9/21 completion, 123
yards, 2 interceptions)  the worst rating a winning QB has ever had in Super Bowl history.

Drum roll please……

It’s hard not to like Peyton Manning. He is the most prolific quarterback in recent times, and won a Super Bowl, giving Tony Dungy his much deserved Super Bowl Ring. His daddy was a respected NFL MVP for the New Orleans Saints and played on the Vikings worst team on record (3-13 in 1984). His little brother Eli served up some sweet interceptions for the purple in great win over the New York Giants in 2005, and Peyton just seems to be that All-American, “Gee-Golly” kind of loveable hero.

Sprint Commercial 2005

Saturday Night Live After the Super Bowl Win over the Hated Bears

Just when you think the cute Saturday Night Live episodes, and funny commercials have run their course, along comes the Reggie Bush rivalry ad for 2007:

But enough already! Peyton, you are great Quarterback, and even a better image guy for the NFL. That is why we are taking this opportunity to officially dump a beer on you for the 3rd season in a row! Sorry bro, but we need a QB, and we can’t have your services, so “Bombs away!”

Oh and here’s a good read from http://www.usatoday.com/sports/columnist/brennan/2003-11-06-brennan_x.htm

it’s a story about Peyton Manning mooning some trainer when he was at Tennessee. It taints his Boy Scout rep.

Do you really know your sports hero?
By Christine Brennan
You’re a sports fan, so you want to believe. You want to believe so badly in this guy, this one particular guy, the player you’re cheering for on Sunday afternoon from your family room. You just know he is one of the good guys. How many of them are left, anyway? You sit there with your son or your daughter and you watch and you tell them that that quarterback is one terrific human being. You’re thinking Boy Scout. You’d love your son to grow up to be just like him.
You think you know him. You really don’t, but you think you do, because you see him on the highlights every Sunday and because you remember his father. The dad was a pretty good player when you were a kid, and that’s reassuring, because the son looks like he, too, is from another era, with his short hair and his aw-shucks way. A younger, taller Ron Howard would have to play him in the movie, right? And Donna Reed would have to play his mother.

They call Peyton Manning a throwback, and, to you, he is just that, in more ways than one. Not only as a person, but also as a link to a time when sports could be just sports, without the police blotters and lawyers, when you could cheer for a guy without worrying that, the next day, you’d be hearing that he allegedly assaulted his wife or drove drunk or even was involved in a murder. With Peyton Manning, you’d never have to worry about what you’d tell the kids.

Or so you thought. All right, so if you were really paying attention, you may remember that back at Tennessee in 1996, when Manning already was an all-SEC quarterback, there was that mooning incident, but, hey, you’d say, can’t the lady take a joke? Manning said he meant to drop his pants to show his rear end to another male athlete, not the female trainer. Boys will be boys, you’d say, right? But the female trainer apparently got in the way and saw Manning’s backside. So Manning got into a little trouble. So the woman received a settlement from the university and left town. Things happen, you’d say. But that’s ancient history. Peyton’s still a great guy. Does all that charitable work, is a fabulous role model for kids.

Except that, while apparently everyone else, including the woman, forgot about the incident, one man did not. That fellow was Peyton Manning. In 2000, he wrote a book with his father, Archie, called Manning:A Father, His Sons, and a Football Legacy. In it, for some unknown and extremely ill-advised reason (our hero couldn’t be the vindictive type, could he?), Peyton Manning decided to revive the mooning story, calling his action “crude, maybe, but harmless,” while saying the female trainer should have “shrugged (it) off.” He also said the woman “had a vulgar mouth.”

The female trainer, Jamie Ann Naughright, who by then was teaching at Florida Southern College with a doctorate in health education, was minding her own business when word got out that Manning had called her vulgar and dredged up what he did to her.

Soon, copies of the book were all over campus, Naughright says, and the resulting notoriety led to a demotion at work.

Then came the lawsuit. (How could there not be a lawsuit?) And the court documents. And the explicit details about the 1996 training room incident from Naughright’s attorney that, if correct, show that Manning’s definition of a mooning and your definition of a mooning are two entirely different things.

Naughright’s attorney says his client, doing her job, was crouching behind Manning to determine why he was having pain in one of his feet when “entirely unprovoked, Peyton Manning decided to pull down his shorts and sit on Dr. Naughright’s head and face.” Court documents add graphic body-part details, which we shall omit because you certainly can get the picture.

All right, you say, but this is Peyton Manning, the Boy Scout, and it’s just another one of those he-said, she-said stories, right? Well, not exactly. Add another “he” to the equation — on her side. The court record includes a letter to Manning from former Tennessee cross country runner Malcolm Saxon, who Manning said was the intended target of the so-called mooning.

“Bro, you have tons of class,” Saxon’s letter says, “but you have shown no mercy or grace to this lady who was on her knees seeing if you had a stress fracture. … You might as well maintain some dignity and admit to what happened. … Your celebrity doesn’t mean you can treat folks that way.”

So you’re a sports fan, and you want to believe and, for quite a few years, you’ve had many wonderful thoughts about Peyton Manning. They’re still there, but now something else is there, too. You thought you knew the guy. Turns out you’re still learning.