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Subject: Mel Famey - (nf)
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Date: Tue, 20-Dec-83 04:28:20 EST
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uiuccsb!grogers    Dec 19 23:06:00 1983



Here is one from way back.

There was once a great baseball player named Mel Famey. Mel Famey
was,  in  particular,  the greatest pitcher of all times, and the
fans loved him. Mel had a problem, however,in that he could  only
pitch  well  after  he  had  had a few beers.  Now in those days,
drinking during the game was not illegal, and the beer  companies
would  provide  all of the beer a player could drink for endorse-
ments, especially to a superstar like Mel.

So, It was the World Series, bottom of the ninth, the  score  was
tied,  and  Mel was pitching.  All he had to do was get out three
batters  and his team would win the game.  Mel  called  for  more
beer.   He pitched a blinding fastball.  BALL, called the umpire.
Mel called for another beer, and pitched another  blinding  fast-
ball.   BALL  called  thee  Umpire.  Well, Mel called for another
beer, and pitched another ball, got another beer, and walked  the
batter.

Great consternation was  evident  in  the  crowd.   But  Mel  was
undaunted,  and  the crowd was reassured.  Mel continued to drink
and pitch, ball after ball.  After he had walked  three  men  and
had  started  on  the fourth and tying run, he increased his beer
drinking.  It worked! He  threw  3  perfect  strikes.   The  next
batter  came  up, and was immediately struck out.  Another batter
came to the plate and snarled at Mel, trying to  intimidate  him.
Mel  threw  a strike, Drank a beer. Another strike, another beer.
Then Mel threw a ball, and another, and a third.   A  great  hush
fell  over  the  crowd.   This was the last pitch.  If he threw a
strike, his team would win. A ball would mean a loss.  Mel called
for  one  last  beer, put it away, wound up and zinged in a curve
ball.

It was a ball!  Mel had lost the game.

The winning team stormed out on the field,  and  their  was  much
merry  making.   Not  for  Mel's  team,  however.  They all went,
dejected, back into their locker room.  In the dugout  were  hun-
dreds of empty beer cans.


One of the players on the  winning  team  looked  over  into  the
dugout and remarked."look,  there is the beer that made Mel Famey
walk us!


AR AR AR

...pur-ee!uiucdcs!grogers