But the moment I’m supposed to feel pride in my country has degraded to sheer embarrassment, that being the singing of the National Anthem at the Super Bowl. Two minutes of solemn reverence for country and for those who have fought and died for our freedom has corroded into a self-indulgent, cringe-inducing endurance spell of “What’s about to happen?” Will the singer show off his or her – and oh how I wish I coined this phrase: “vocal gymnastics” in a shameless display of “it’s all about me, not my country?” (Why ask: we know they will.) Will booze-filled rowdies yell out in drunken, Pavlovian response when the video screen shows their favorite player? (Why ask: we know they will.) Will Bill go on and on about this? (He doesn’t have to; you get the point.)
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PS: I concede that this does not apply to the great majority of fans. Yet the embarrassment adheres. Whitney Houston, RIP.
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