June 11th
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Welcome to the night we’ve all been waiting for -- the dedication of Bartholomew Hornfoot field! (REMEMBER to wait for the sign languager to finish this time)
First off, I want to thank Rabbi Kupberg for that stirring blessing that kicked us off this evening. Also, I ask that you extend your thoughts and prayers to Father Wilkins and Pastor Jacobs. I know that we all wish them a speedy recovery following last night's interfaith bar-b-que.
Walt Whitman once said that he had great hopes for the game of Baseball. He said it’s “Our game, America’s game.” Well, tonight, I think we all know what he was talking about. The fresh grass on the field. Home plate perfectly dusted. The smell of popcorn coming from the concessions.
Folks, this kind of night is one where we as citizens of Sinkwood, and -- more importantly -- as Americans -- realize our potential. Our kids take to the diamond and pursue excellence. Our spectators sit in the stands and cheer on the home team. It is, in short, everything ole Walt hoped for.
So, without further delay, I wish to take this pristine bottle of 1980 Corbel, and christen this Bartholomew Hornfoot field! Go ‘Peckers!
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