I’d like to own a baseball team. At every home game, I’d give away hundreds of flags—the American flag, state flag, and team flag. I’d eat a hot dog or a walking taco every day. I’d live in a penthouse at the park, and invite all sorts of people to come watch the game from the owner’s box, but I wouldn’t be there. I’d be down in the stands, and no one would ever notice me because I look like somebody’s grandmother.
Remember this season, no matter where the game, when they play the National Anthem, salute Old Glory, and sing along (under your breath if you need to).