Was the World Series. Milwaukee and New York. Score was tied at the bottom of the ninth. Two men out. Relief pitcher Milt Famie was called from the locker room. He had been drinking lots of beer. He staggered to the mound. He pitched. Ball one. He pitched again. Ball two. Pitched again. Ball three. Pitched once more. Ball four. New York's winning run ran the bases. Game was over. Series went to New York.

When the depressed Milwaukee team went to the locker room, there was a very dejected relief pitcher guzzling away. One of his team mates said, "What's that in his hand?" Another fellow from the New York team replied, "Oh. That's the beer that made Milt Famie walk us."