As Dr. Gadget hovered above the field on a circular platform, the anticipation in the air seemed to grow thicker.
The platform itself was simple but elegant, made of shining metallic panels, with a faint blue glow radiating from its underside as it hovered effortlessly in the air.
Dr. Gadget's posture was slightly hunched, his medium-length gray hair sticking out in unruly directions as if he'd spent more time in his lab than in front of a mirror.
His gray mustache curled over his upper lip, and the visor across his eyes gave him a sharp, analytical look. In one hand, he grasped a metallic cane, tapping it lightly behind his back as he observed the field below.
He didn't waste any time with pleasantries as a small microphone hovered toward him. Dr. Gadget then spoke, his voice booming through the stadium speakers with a gruff but thoughtful tone.
