I heard one of the announcers mention Justin Roper. I'm all, "Justin Ropers? I have a pair of those!"
Then hubby told me it's Oregon's quarterback's NAME. For real.
Justin Roper, meet Justin Roper.
At first I thought, "Maybe he's from a big metropolitan area and his parents don't know cowboy boots from driving moccasins. In that case, he probably wasn't teased about it." Fine. Harmless. Then, I found out he's from Buford, Georgia. I used to live near that area. I estimate the kid got pantsed before his third birthday.
He seems to be doing fine - getting an education, great athlete, etc. But does anyone else think this name was a little negligent?
Shamefully, at the first test of character I proved no better than the schoolyard hazers. While I pondered the possible effects an unusual name could have on a person's psyche, Justin went down on the field. I yelled, "Oh my God! Somebody call a cobbler!"