Last night, Charlie Fogwhistle commented that I must have a lot of great jokes from the pressbox. Well, after 32 years of being up there, it’s true. Because of that, I’ll post yet another true story from the world of high school football. Charlie, this one’s for you!
Several years ago, my partner and I were getting ready to go on the air to announce a high school football game. It was October, and there was pink everywhere. The officials had pink whistles and flags; the cheerleaders had pink trim, and pink balloons were all over the stands. The stadium announcer decided he’d better explain, so he got on the P.A. And loudly announced that all the pink was for “National Breast Awareness Month.” However, before he could correct himself – “I mean, ‘National Breast CANCER Awareness Month’” – the stands erupted into gales of laughter, whoops and catcalls. (After all, for high school boys, every second of every hour of every day is Breast Awareness Time…) The announcer never lived it down, and it was another evening my partner and I really couldn’t make eye contact.
Last night, Charlie Fogwhistle commented that I must have a lot of great jokes from the pressbox. Well, after 32 years of being up there, it’s true. Because of that, I’ll post yet another true story from the world of high school football. Charlie, this one’s for you!
Several years ago, my partner and I were getting ready to go on the air to announce a high school football game. It was October, and there was pink everywhere. The officials had pink whistles and flags; the cheerleaders had pink trim, and pink balloons were all over the stands. The stadium announcer decided he’d better explain, so he got on the P.A. And loudly announced that all the pink was for “National Breast Awareness Month.” However, before he could correct himself – “I mean, ‘National Breast CANCER Awareness Month’” – the stands erupted into gales of laughter, whoops and catcalls. (After all, for high school boys, every second of every hour of every day is Breast Awareness Time…) The announcer never lived it down, and it was another evening my partner and I really couldn’t make eye contact.