Amos, I am posting this (tho' I did not write it) because you haven't suffered enough:

Some years back, when the Oakland A's were still in Kansas City,
my dad took me to a baseball game. I don't remember who the visiting
team was but I do remember the pitcher - Melvin Randolph Phamey.
Well, anyway, it was the bottom of the ninth, the bases were loaded,
and Kansas City was behind by three runs with two outs.

Suddenly, a strange little man jumped up in the front row and began
to chant. Quickly, people near him joined in and, soon, the entire
stadium was thundering with his chant. I guess that the noise got to
the opposing pitcher and he walked in a run. The chant continued.
Another run was walked in. The opposing manager was at wits end for he had used up his entire bullpen and was forced to go with this pitcher. Another run walked in. The chant continued. Finally, the winning run came in on base on balls.

To this very day in Kansas City, the chant that was sung that day is
known as, "The cheer that made Mel Famey walk us."