You've probably read this before, but it was in our program this week and I thought it was worth another read.

Please don't curse the boy down there
He is my son you see.
He's only just a boy you know
He means a lot to me.
I did not raise my son, dear fan,
For you to call him names.
He may not be a super-star,
It's just a high school game.

So please don't curse those boys down there,
They do the best they can.
They never tried to lose a game,
They're boys and you're a man.

The game belongs to them you see.
You are just a guest.
They do not need a fan like you,
They need the very best.
If you have nothing nice to say
Please leave the boys alone.
And if you have no manners,
Why don't you stay at home.

So please don't curse those boys down there,
Each one's his parent's son.
Win or lose or tie, you see,
To us they're "NUMBER ONE."