I was a prep sportswriter in the late 1990s and shared a common love with 1980s movies with an assistant softball coach at one of the local high schools. Everytime I'd go watch them play, he and I would talk it up in the dugout while I pretended to take action photos and he pretended to coach.
The team wasn't great, but one season they blew out the defending district champions with a surprising 12-0 run-rule victory. Hit after hit against a girl who would go on to be a college pitcher of some acclaim, and when it was 8-0 or 9-0, he just couldn't resist and yelled out clear as day 'YEAHHHHH! GIVE HER A BODY BAG!"
Me and maybe 3 other people in the crowd got the joke. The opposing team's "we've invested $5,000 per person in custom softball bats, embroidered everything, custom softball-watching chairs" went ballistic, proclaiming he had threatened their daughter. They clamored on and on until the home plate umpire turned on them and yelled, "IT WAS NOT A THREAT, IT'S FROM THE END OF THE KARATE KID. IF YOU CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT, GO SIT IN THE PARKING LOT."