At the last Iron Bowl in Birmingham, I chugged a bottle of MD 20/20, but after thirty minutes, didn't really feel like I'd had anything to drink (liver was in top form back in the day), so I cracked bottle number two and drank about half of it, just in case.
The first quarter was the only part of the game I watched without having my hand over one eye to stop the double vision.
Thunderbird is that real shite. I'm not a mean drunk, but a couple of friends and I each pounded a bottle of that and we were ready to rip each other's heads off. I dunno what it was, but the next day we were all feeling like death and super embarrassed by some of the stupid crap we remembered/others remembered about us.