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O’re The Ramparts We Watched…Or Something Like That

The National Anthem. It’s got a great story. Beautiful history. It’s the¬†ultimate¬†expression of the tenacity and bravery of Americans in the face of overwhelming odds. Even through the darkest night, with bullets and rockets everywhere, our flag still stands.

It deserves to be sung with passion, dignity, power, and emotion. It deserves to be sung like this:

It does NOT deserve the butchering that it got at the SuperBowl LXV last night. No song deserves this, let alone a National Anthem:

So, there you have it. I must go weep for America’s future now….



This week on Friday Frame-Up, I thought that I’d try out something a little different. Going through my digital photo archives, I found long forgotten pictures of a baseball game from a few years ago. Two sequences caught my eye:

1. A random little boy, enthralled by the balloon clown!

It really was sweet watching the children watch the clown!

Sequence 2: Baseball+Dirt+Contacts=Humour

This was actually quite, quite funny. The first base man held up the game a good 5 minutes while the coach tried to help him adjust his contact. They tried blinking, they tried solution, they tried a new contact, but to no avail. Just when they thought that everything was good and the game could resume, back came the first base man for round two! They eventually sorted everything out, but it was quite amusing all the same.

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