I'm sure you CAN do it, Rube. I CAN do it. I've sung the anthem six times at high school games in Colorado and California. Why? Because the recording of the anthem they had was unavailable. Otherwise, why would they ask my croaking ass to sing it? Three things about the anthem. No, four. Here goes. 1 start as low as you can possibly start. So low that you can barely be heard. Hold the mic close so it's audible. This is crucial unless you know you can handle the rise. It beats most voices when you get to "rockets red glare" if you start too high. 2 start fast. The pace slows as it goes so if you start "Oooooooh saaaaay caaaan you seeeeee...", you'll end singing 'The National Funeral Dirge' ... Which is the mistake 90% of the supposed pros make. 3 make your version about the song. Don't make it about you. Without question, this the #1 fuckup the pros make. They want everyone to be impressed by their amazing voice. That's arrogance, and it contradicts the words, which celebrate the men who held the fort against the English. 4 finally, advancing the third point, sing the 4th verse. After all these years, when people here, 'Oh say can you...", folks mentally turn off their brains. But if you sing, "So thus be it ever when free men shall stand..." people STFU and listen. Then they'll hear the best verse in the song. Look it up. It really is. It's not about protecting a soldier's battlements; it's about walking out of your front door & invading troops are there to take you out. It's personal. It's conclusive. And it works. So, now YOU TOO can sing the anthem. You can be better than whatever tranny minority who takes the stage at a baseball game and ruins the Star Speckled Banana with their auto tuned shit voice.
Thats how i sing everythting. Like if it was a nirvana song. I was a choirboy in my youth. Grew up going up and down the scales singing just one word for hours. Im sure you know which word.
For me, the best thing about that useless clusterfuuk last nigjt ( and not blaming Dodger stadium as the culprit here), was that the annoyingly demonstrative egomaniac Pete Alonso lost. Threepeat is not a real word, ( maybe it is) and I guess neither is he as the person to do it. I guess it wasn't the night to bounce his head around to blaring music like a bobblehead in the window of a vehicle driving over potholes again. I say, HA HA! Long live...uh...the DR !
The clip of Alonso dead-lifting inbetween rounds was very cringe and his teammate Marte was acting like he was about to blow Soto on live TV. The Mets are definitely on something this week
Amen is great. Straight up Hebrew gangsta. The Irish are just one of the lost tribes anyway. Hebes invented guilt. The Irish stole it. But Flips & Mexicans perfected it to a fine art.