I've been to so many games at Wrigley that I pretty much have the timing down to know exactly how long it takes to get from my couch to my seat, and thus perfectly timing my arrival with the Cubs taking the field. This may not exactly be a skill that would ever qualify me for superhero status, but it sure comes in handy.
Sometimes celebrities show why they did not get famous for their singing talents and why they should never ever be allowed to sing even in the privacy of their own showers:
Sometimes celebrities try to remake the song in their own style to the point where you wonder how they ever got famous for their musical talent:
Sometimes times they'll just have a bunch of kids belt it out because everyone loves kids:
These days, when it is time to "honor America," you never know what sort of train wreck you are going to get. Forgotten words, terrible harmonizations, unrecognizable melodies, and a hideous amalgamation of them all are far too common. Sometimes it is enough to make me question my appreciation of this country.
Today, however, I got to my seat a little early and got treated to a rendition I can never really hear enough:
Thanks for keeping the dignity in our National Anthem, Wayne.