?The opposing halfback is stopped upright at the five as the halftime horn sounds. As I start to announce halftime festivities, the tackier gets up and runs off the field, and the runner trots in for a touchdown.
?It is the season opener, a beautiful fall day in the north woods. Because school isn't open yet, there is no band. A record player has been brought in.
"Will you please rise for the playing of our national anthem," I intone.
Hundreds rise to their feet, hands over hearts, facing a flagpole that unaccountably has no flag. The music crackles out. Halfway through, people begin to catch one another's eyes, and there is some scattered giggling. Something is wrong. Below the booth, a wag starts to sing loudly in tune with the music: "God save the Queen...."