Apr 29 2008
An American Moment
A reader (thank you) turned me on to this clip hosted over at Michelle Malkin. In 1976 I was a useless hippie, roaming the country. Not political, I paid little heed to the destruction my generation was inflicting. I was too busy “finding myself” . Gag me.
I certainly wish that men like Rick Monday had prevailed in the following decades. Instead, the leftest vermin invading this baseball field seems to have had the most impact. Shame on them, shame on me.
Sphere: Related ContentOver 40,000 baseball fans saw Monday risk his career by grabbing what could easily have been a fireball to rescue the American flag from a couple of asshats, and suddenly it recalled the real patriotism and passion for America that had been missing in 1976. At first in isolated pockets but soon sweeping around the stands like The Wave would later do, Americans stood up and sang “God Bless America” — not prompted by the stadium organist but fueled by love of country.
For my money, it’s the single best moment in sports. God bless Rick Monday, and God bless America.
Fantastic story. This is the America that I know and love. Anybody who’s ever experienced a 4th July in America under fireworks singing ‘Proud to be an American’ knows exactly what this feeling is all about. It’s going to be hard to stamp out.
Amen to that!
Wow. Great video. I’d never heard that story before.
I graduated from high school in 1976 and enlisted in the Air Force that November. I stayed in for 20 years.
The Air Force sent me to language school at the Defense Language Institute in 1977–right after basic training. While I was there, a civilian army employee–some sort of engineer judging by his tool belt–called me a “baby killer” as I walked to class one afternoon. Such was the prevailing attitude and mentality of the time, being only two years following the fall of Saigon….
That baby killer comment really hurt my feelings. I’ll never forget it. And the worst part was that it came from a man who took his paycheck every month from the U.S. Army.