Dying. Laughing. Ha!
I love cheering at races (although, I always lose my voice.) (I KNOW, you can’t believe I am ever silenced! Me either! I even talk in my sleep!) And I am sure I’d go bananas if I saw a bib that said that. I call anyone who’s name is big enough for me to read by name and holler for them (dear race organizers, please fix your stupid small print on bibs and also list the amount of carbs in your recovery drinks, thank you). You fools out there running at 7am, deserve all the cheering possible, IMO.