ClairefromClare
Give 'em Helen!
I have a fifth grader playing football this fall. He's a tall kid, on the offensive line (just like his Daddy was). Fifth is the youngest grade to play real games, and their game jerseys are a motley collection of hand-me-downs. At any given moment, there are multiple kids on the field sporting the same number.
We played an away game with an announcer who was trying his best. Kids love to hear their names. The announcer had our roster, and we were wiping the field with the other team. So we kept getting announcements like, "And 86 scores a touchtown for the visitors! That's either Tommy Turner, Jimmy Jones, or Steve Smith." Over and over. We parents were just dying in the stands.
We played an away game with an announcer who was trying his best. Kids love to hear their names. The announcer had our roster, and we were wiping the field with the other team. So we kept getting announcements like, "And 86 scores a touchtown for the visitors! That's either Tommy Turner, Jimmy Jones, or Steve Smith." Over and over. We parents were just dying in the stands.