slightly related maybe...

I used to play a lot of golf, and every Sunday morning was the real event with lots of money changing hands and loads of beer afterwards. One day after more than a dozen beers I decided to play another round (it was an unbelievably perfect summer evening). I thought I was pretty good back then. I had to quit after 6 holes because I had lost every ball in my bag (maybe two dozen).

That sort of cured me from trying anything requiring any physical dexterity while drunk (except bean-bags)