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Sir Charles, who I heard had no experience with FIRST at all, knew only the terms "FIRST Frenzy" and "Raising the bar" at the beginning of Friday. He knew nothing of the game, repeated the same tired lines, and I was heavily annoyed within twenty seconds of hearing him.

By the finals on Saturday, he knew everything there was to know and was the greatest announcer for any sport I have ever heard in the history of my life. I led numerous cheers to show my appreciation for this exemplary and decidated enthusiast and was right there in the stands hugging him when Charles gave Sir Charles the aforementioned giant lifted squeeze.

Sir Charles, by becoming a lovely parody of himself and trying his very hardest on Friday to announce the game, then by Saturday proving his true worth as an announcer, and not just any announcer. He was capable of directing my attention on the field and had me screaming "It's over, baby! Let's get certified" after nearly every match.

"Welcome to the Georgia Dome, bay-bee. HELLO!" I can't speak of the other announcers, but Sir Charles was the greatest I have ever seen.