Well...
Back in the fifties there was a minor league ace pitcher named Mel Famey. Mel was a tremendous talent. He had a 95 mph fastball that would whiff the most talented bats.
But the great athlete had a little problem. It seems that he was a drunkard. Mel Famey just couldn't keep himself straight, much as he tried, and it was his big downfall. It kept him from the majors.
Towards the end of his short-lived career, as his liver became more and more pickled, Mel couldn't even make it through a game without drinking. He would go out behind the dugout between innings and kill beers.
At Mel's final game, before he was let go, he was completely out of control. He killed three beers between every inning up through the top of the fifth. His team was short on pitchers, and he began to walk people. He walked in five runs, before the manager finally took an outfielder and put him on the mound. Anything would be better than the staggering drunken Mel Famey.
Well the other team was perplexed, they didn't know about Famey's little problem, and being a seasoned drunk, he had hidden it well. They had won big, thanks to the drunken pitcher's indiscretion. They just couldn't understand why this well known ace had fallen apart so.
After the showers, on the way to the bus, the team began to board when they heard a team mate holler from behind the dugout..."LOOK, he said...LOOK WHAT I FOUND...as he held up two hands full of empty beer cans.
"WHAT?" the teammates shouted.
He replied....
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"This is the beer that made Mel Famey Walk Us!
