Mostly True Tales

Probably should have included this in my last entry, so please forgive my afterthought.

I didn’t see it, but Marcia described to me, the recent appearance of Eminem. I remember thinking, I’m glad the World Series isn’t like the Super-bowl, with the whole half-time hoop da la.

Don’t get me wrong, I love the Stones, I love Paul McCartney, I love Aerosmith, I love Janet Jackson’s naked tit.

Maybe that’s what football needs. Maybe there wouldn’t be a Super-bowl without Janet Jackson’s naked tit. I think it’s great, I love live entertainment. I just feel it takes a little something away from the real issue, the best of the best.

Then, you have the World Series. One person walks out on the field with a wireless mic, fighting a half second delayed echo. They stand alone, and sing a cappella, the Star Spangled Banner. A song 9 out of 10 people no longer know the words to.

I don’t care what you say, that isn’t easy.

I haven’t watched the World Series in years, probably since the last time the Cards were fighting for the championship. So, last night, I’m really excited. I just found out, I’ll be able to attended Thursday night’s game, so I’m especially interested in what happens in tonight’s game. Game 3 of 7.

If the Cards win game 3 (Tuesday (which they did)) and game 4 (Wednesday (Rained out)), I could be at the final game, the winning game of the 2006 World Series. So for once, in a dogs age, I’m watching TV, a baseball game, and I’m really paying attention.

Finally the time comes, Trace Adkins will sing the National Anthem.

Now, I had heard of Trace Adkins, but I must admit, there is not one Trace Adkins song in my 11,000 song music collection. I knew he was a country artist, but other than that, I knew absolutely nothing about him or his music.

I’m just sitting there, with my Wife and Kids, watching the World Series. Then some guy with a a pony-tail and a cowboy hat walks out on the field with a microphone in his hand.

At first, I was wondering if this guy was even going to take off his hat, but of course, he, like any cowboy would, did.

As he began to sing, I sat with my family silent, watching.

As he started to sing, I thought to myself, “wow, this is a little rough, but then again, he is a cowboy.” But within moments, the power, and more importantly, emotion, of Trace Adkins voice was overwhelming.

As he sang the cameras panned to the giant flag being held and waved by dozens if not hundreds of people.

Soon, the song came to it’s climax, the flag was taken away, Trace put his hat back on and left the field. The game was about to begin.

I had to hide my tears as the game began.

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