This Video of Avery Johnson's Brother Double-Fisting Guinness in Dublin Before Brawling With Their Father Certainly Explains a LOT
When this video first went viral, as posted by Big Tennessee:
... it certainly struck most normal, high-functioning people as odd. And well it should. It's not every day you see a quarterback's family coming to blows against one another in the middle of game. And if it was going to happen to anyone, you'd assume it would be Patrick Mahome's wife and brother duking it out over who gets to glom onto their meal ticket's fame more. And we all know Brittany has a history of starting trouble at games. Jackson is (allegedly) not above laying hands on a woman. And tensions between the two have been running higher for longer than North and South Korea.
But a brother and a father throwing knuckles at game quarterbacked by their loved one simply makes no sense.
Or didn't. Until this video surfaced:
Anthony Johnson, double-fisting Guinness. A half roll of duct tape, a few ounces of beer, and about 15 years of college drinking regulations away from doing Edward Fortyhands. It's how a happy, devoted, loving family can get from this:
To this:


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… in a matter of minutes.
It's tale as old as civilization itself. In the oldest recorded text we have, The Epic of Gilgamesh from Mesopotamia, beer is a symbol of human achievement and communal life. Enkidu, the wild man created by the gods, is tamed and introduced to human civilization by it:
"He drank the beer—seven goblets—and his heart soared. In his drunkenness, his spirit lightened, his face glowed."
But that was the the ancient world in the Fertile Crescent. This is 2025, where we're born tame, raised tame, forced to be tame, and it's sweet, sweet beer that turns us into wild men.
This was nothing more than the American family in microcosm. Exporting our culture to the world, as the NCAA in their infinite wisdom intended. In the land that might not have invented beer, but has definitely perfected it and made it a lifestyle, Anthony Johnson showed them what mixing unlimited Guinni and an American football fan will produce. And in doing so, helped the good people of my ancestral homeland better understand us. Which is what the whole purpose of Aer Lingus College Football Classic is supposed to be.
As another great beer historian put it:
You're welcome, Ireland.