Oh, fuck, now Faith Hill is going to sing the national anthem. Wait, this isn't the national anthem. It's just a shitty Faith Hill song. Is this her Pearl Harbor song? This song sucks, even for Faith Hill. Someone please shut her up now. This is the part where I hit "mute" and just watch the clips of one of my boyhood idols.
Ah, that's better.
Except then, thinking she's done, I un-press "mute" and she's still singing and my ears broke. Was she even at the game? They didn't even show any shots of her. I mean, I hate her music but I don't mind looking at her.
Now the Orioles' lineup from Cal's first game is on the field, so it's safe to turn the volume back up. And here comes a group to sing the anthem. Did I hear that right? Is the name of this group really Three Mo Tenors? That's hilarious!
Anyway, where were we? Oh, yeah. Dan agrees with Casey's theory that religious leaders should step in and tell bombers not to blow up buildings. Law-enforcement officials the world over smack their foreheads and wish they'd thought of that. "I, however, have decided to move on," says Dan, pissing off Casey. "So you're not with me," he says.
In the control room, Dana is telling Natalie that there are three things she's doing: she's losing things, she's forgetting things, and then she forgets the third thing. I don't know why Dana's so stressed. She should know by now that these occasional personality quirks of hers only ever last thirty minutes, tops, and then are never seen again.