LOL Leej! Reminds me of the one and ONLY time I was allowed to call a Little League game.
The guy who was supposed to call never showed, so they needed a body to sit in the box and call numbers. Easy enough, right? Also boring as hell. And since I knew most of these kids from hauling them around all summer in my IH Travelall, I had the good dirt as well.
"He's mean, he's lean, he's not allowed to cross the street without permission......number 12, Tommy Johnson!"
"And here's number 22, Jake Marshall, let's hope he has better luck here than he did with Susie Cunningham!"
The kids paused for a second, then the dugouts were overflowing with laughing 10 year olds. they kept sneaking out to come to the box and give me information for the next inning. What a riot. I can't even remember who won, only that we all left with aching sides, and both teams loaded into my rig and went for ice cream.