Last Saturday was Opening Day for Little League here. The weather was beautiful. This is Texas, one of the last towns before Oklahoma, and people are serious about the national past time. All the teams from t-ball to the "majors" were gathered in uniform to be introduced. There is a highly-desired-to-be-on Texas Rangers team (they were in last year's World Series) at every level. The organizers had fun music playing over the loud speakers, like what you expect to hear at a MLB game: "Put me in Coach, I'm ready to play..."
After all the teams were out on the field, a local Baptist youth pastor prayed a very Christian prayer; then, his wife sang the National Anthem. Everyone stood, most with their hand over their heart facing the flags. American and Texas, of course.
*Edited to remind you, dear readers, that I was not expressing any political opinions in this post, just relaying a slice of life in Texas. It still strikes me sometimes, after growing up in Maryland. I am neither red, nor blue, but... purple.
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