Here’s a very early post. Stephen Tyler’s abominable performance of the national anthem at today’s AFC Championship Game gives it new relevance.
The soloist might have been good, if she could hold a note for very long. But it didn’t matter. I was standing straight and held my hat over my heart. I always wanted to impale the lazy slobs who sprawled out during the anthem. I respected the anthem, and I respected my country. Doesn’t mean it couldn’t be painful. As the singer caterwauled her way through the song, her voice slid up and down the scales. “Keep trying,” I muttered as I winced. “You’ll hit the note eventually.”