#346

…And so all of us, every single person in the bleachers, stood to our feet and wept as Vinny the ostrich proudly pranced her way from the dugout to home plate. Even old Mr. Simpson stood, although he was staring at his crooked, smelly feet the whole time. After a brief pause, in which I truly believe she looked deep into every one of our souls, she sang her final tribute. It wasn’t the best, or the prettiest, or for that matter even the clearest version of the Star Spangled Banner we had ever heard. But as I look back through time, over all those years, and remember the sparkle in her eye, it is now, and always will be, my favorite.

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