We’ve watched as our national anthem was butchered by professionals.
Roseanne Barr, prior to a 1990 World Series game, smirked, gargled off-key, spat and grasped her crotch. I listened as Christina Aguilera, in a single performance, managed to both overdo the tune and forget the lyrics. Carl Lewis, on national television, hit so many sour notes he paused after one to apologize. At least he knew the words.
I’ve seen police officers with good intentions embarrass themselves trying to do the anthem.