Not an original line, to be sure, but it did destroy me one time. It was 1997, and Football Weekend was in Columbus for Ohio State-Michigan, and we were seated in front of a wretched old coot with a voicebox. We were feeling great pity for the man, until he won our hearts forever by blaring, in a terrifying electronic monotone, "ANN AR-BOR IS A WHO-zzzcrackle-ORE." It had to hurt, but now he's immortal.
