In a tavern at the water's edge, a sportsman in a state of severe intoxication plays bowling with bottles. Kicked out of the establishment, he indulges in a thousand sporting ramblings, shuts the mouth of a blind beggar with pucks, aims his revolver at two flower pots on a balcony and makes them fall on the heads of two pedestrians. In the window of a bazaar, he pirouettes through hoops and demolishes the storefront. Finally, after a thousand other eccentricities, he climbs onto a roof and armed with a superb parachute, he throws himself into the void but fails miserably on a traveling stove.
—Fondation Jérôme Seydoux-Pathé