My walk on the edge brings me to a previously avoided subject: Colin Kaepernick.
This is a journey without a final destination. The concrete has hardened around the feet of all those who care. In other words, one man’s opinion doesn’t count for much when minds already are closed.
First, a couple of points.
I’ve stood for perhaps 3,000 national anthems, give or take, since World War II when the pregame ceremony changed from occasional to popular, then socially mandatory.
Smart baseball owners waded into a current of national pride, tying sports to patriotism, and everyone else caught on.