There was a mentally ill guy by the name of Michael Mahon who followed all of the metro west area HS cross country meets. Someone gave him a job at the Middlesex News. He was always collecting cans and carrying them around on his bike. At the big meets he would go up to the top finishers and fake tv interview them using a pencil as a microphone. At the end of the season, he would award the Mahon Cup to a distinguished CC runner. I got an award one year, and he gave a speech that was surreal, hilarious and pretty downright f***in tragic. I feel bad for him and wish I could thank him.