Nancy Faust sounds great for White Sox
A visiting manager calls for time and crosses the basepath. The pitcher stands at the mound, waiting. Everyone in the stadium knows what's about to happen, including the pitcher himself, which makes the whole thing kind of awkward. The manager reaches the pitcher, offers a few parting words of encouragement and signals to the bullpen. The disgraced pitcher hands over the ball and walks off.
The fans, in unison, serenade the departing pitcher:
"Na, na, na, na. ...
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