Along the same lines.

A minor league baseball team was playing one hot summer afternoon. Their
pitcher, Milt Famey, was known for his great control. As the game wore on
Milt tried to cool off. Every time his team was at bat he'd have a "cold
one" just to beat the heat. He stashed the bottles by the side of the
dugout.

Needless to say that as the game wore on Milt's control got worse. Finally
by the ninth inning he walked the bases loaded. With his final pitch he
walked in the winning run.

As the other team walked by the dugout they saw all of the bottles. This
prompted one of them to say, "There's the beer that made Milt Famey walk
us."

Let Peace be the maxim by which we act because we will Peace to become a
universal law.
Work For Peace
The opinions expressed herein are my own and not necessarily those of my
employer.
Yosef Rosenblatt

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