of the (voluntary) Red Sox Nation, I resent the competition. Not from the appropriately named Yankees (though anything with that name should be hated on principle), but from the (involuntary) Union. First it ordered the singing of its song at the start of every game during WWII. Then its courts wrecked our contractual system with the rotten “free agents.” Now, at the 7th inning stretch, we must listen to (the admittedly better song) God Bless America, though, in these post-9/11 days, it is always treated as an injunction: God! Bless America!
Take Me Out to the Ballgame is now relegated to second place, perhaps soon to be replaced by I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy or Over There.
US Out of Iraq. US Out of Fenway.
9:47 am on October 14, 2003
