Told by my Gross Anatomy professor. (not related and a little long)

It was the 1918 world series between the Red Sox and the Cubs. The Sox had a famous pitcher name Mel Famie. He was renowned all over for his tremendous calm under pressure.

The bottom of the ninth, the Sox are all tied up and the count is empty. The first batter is up and Mel calls a time out. He walks to the dugout and quickly drinks 3 beers and heads to the mound.

First pitch, ball one. Second, ball two. Third pitch, ball three. Fourth, runner take your base.

Again Mel calls a time. He heads to the dugout chugs 3 more beers, heads to the mound.

First pitch, ball one. Second, ball two. Third pitch, ball three. Fourth, runner take your base.

Two runners on first and second. Mel again calls time, heads to the dugout, three beers, back to the mound.

First pitch, ball one. Second, ball two. Third pitch, ball three. Fourth, runner take your base.

Bases loaded, Mel heads to the dugout. He drinks three more beers, back to the mound.

Next up is the Cubs clean up hitter, Isiah Delafield.

Mel winds up, the pitch, ball one. Second pitch, ball 2. Third pitch, ball 3. Final Pitch of the series, ball 4. Delafield takes his base and Mel walks in the winning run. The Cubs win the series.

After the game, the press tries to interview the visibly drunk Mel, but he walks off.

As the reporters catch up to Isiah, he is asked his opinion on what happened out there and how the Sox fell apart.

Delafield replied, "I think it was the beer that made Mel Famie walk us."