Or 3 pints of scrumpy cider. That'll put you under the table.
Chess experiment: How much does three pints of beer impact your chess ability?

Ok I will try that experiement kayak21, in the name of science of course... there is a chance, you understand, I might need to type my findings from under the table!
Cheers
Dear colleagues, I will perform the forth game of the Great Beer/Chess Experiment today. If possible I will try to post the full annotated game later on this evening (Pacific Standard Time), but the posting of game 4 may need to be pushed back till tomorrow if I start writing another PGN mini-novel... sometimes the data takes longer to write up than I realize...
I feel so exhausted this week! Five hours of sleep and a personal record run (6 miles in 54 minutes) on a particularly hot day on the Santa Monica beach have left me very depleted. Hopefully the three cold refreshing pints of Sierra Nevada will restore my vigor, my energy, my mojo... In fact, I decided to order a pitcher this week... Don't worry my good colleagues! I will of course maintain consistent experimental conditions (how could you doubt me?)... The extra pint is for after the game... I'm sure a forth pint during the post game write up will keep my annotations even more appropriate and on point...

DJamesB, what is your current winning percentage at G/30, at chess.com? As of this moment, your winning percentage while intoxicated is at 100%, suggesting Sierra Nevada is the choice beer to create superhuman chess players . . .

I didn't read thru the 11 pages of comments.
For me I find that sometimes I can play better when I first drink a bit (I have no idea how much a pint is. I just pour in some). Eventually after enough, my ability will degrade.
Same is true for poker I find. It might have to do with still being cognitive, but a bit more brazen. Eventually you just become reduced to a quivering waste of useless jelly.
Airplane! reference
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ir1rzzGugIU

You must be at 21 years of age to read and/or to participate in this thread (at least the drinking part).

My sober game is so variable, that I would have to do the experiment 365 times, to detect any minor changes due to the 3 pints of beer

Alrighty now. Lets take the experiment to the next level shall we? Now try a half gallon of 80 proof liquor. Then record THAT game!

This gave me an idea to drink coke... Sorry if this is called copying but I wasn't drinking beer. I also made a story like you did. This was a real game between me and my dad. Enjoy :)

No... That's the ware opening,crab variation
bean_Fischer wrote:
We have drunken opening like this: 1. a4, 2.h4 regardless what black does.
... I briefly awaken ... artificially dulled pain rings throughout my body ... I am still here? ... my recent defeat has not, it appears, ended my journey ... what of the next chess game? ... the next data set ... what of the great truths we seek? ... the mysteries hidden below the surface ... must ... be ready ... a thick fog of powerful analgesics calls to me, siren-like, tempting me, seducing me back into their warm dark embrace ...
... the faint bleeping sound is the first thing I register ... penetrating the blanket of nothingness that wraps my mind... followed quickly by a throbbing pain emanating from my stomach, arms and one of my legs ... the excruciating underlying pain dulled, probably by morphine or some other analogous blocker of my pain nociceptors... I try to get my bearings... who am I? where am I? why an I here? ... the big three questions of life... I reach back into the depths of my mind for the answers, like a drunk desperately searching below the cooler's floating ice layer for that last precious can of beer... but the answers are hard to grasp and slip out of my fingers, like a freshly caught fish, stretching and twisting every muscle to escape my possession... I crack open my eyes... I can feel that they are severely sleep encrusted... I must have been out for days... all at once, it all floods back to me, the arena, the gladiator, the battle that I had lost... how did I survive? I saw enough of my own blood to fill a wash basin... I should be dead... and then I remember... I remember the dream... the dream of discovering the ultimate chess truth... the grand unification theory of chess and beer... and the dream of her... and the anger that had sustained me... I had been ROBBED of the ultimate knowledge... I had been ROBBED of enlightenment... I had been ROBBED of her kiss... I had stubbornly refused to die until I discovered the truth of chess... I had rejected the shadowy grasp of Death's hand until I had once more experienced the pleasure, the joy, the euphoria of Siduri's kiss... I tore off the monitors, needles and drips and arose shakily... and then staggered out of the hospital to find my way back to that chess battle field... I broke into a run, and ran 6 miles through the hot Santa Monica sands... I arrived at the holy ground... my laboratory... the battlefield... where I had earlier experienced my humiliating defeat... I drank of the sacred fermented libations... three pints thus consumed... and with vengeance on my mind, in my dreams and within my soul, I played e4...
I know why you're here. I know what you've been doing... You're looking for it... I know because I am looking for the same thing. I am looking for the answer. It's the question that drives us. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did. The ultimate question. What is the matrix? Ahem, sorry... wrong question... A pitcher on an empty stomach can be somewhat problematic... The question that drives you: How does three pints of beer affect our chess playing ability? The answer is out there, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to...
Try playing chess after 3 pints of Real Ale and you'll probably fall flat on your bishop.