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One man decided to stand proudly - alone, with his hand over his heart - and pay respect to his nation...
...the lesser men stayed hidden in the cave until the scary noise stopped

I have more respect for colin kleperdink and his pig socks than I have for any man that stays in the locker room to avoid conflict.

Lesser men, across our nation, this weekend decide to put their moral courage on display and elected to hide in the locker room so they wouldn't have to pick a side. This entire events reminds me of a scene from King Henry V......

O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in the locker room that make no stand today…

What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland?
No, my fair cousin. If we are marked to stand with our hands on our hearts, we are enough to rule the 24 hour news cycle and if to live…
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.

God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my #78 Jersey wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires; but if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from that silent pitiful locker room. God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honor. As one man more, standing for the anthem would lessen the impact of me standing at the mouth of the tunnel.

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through liberal news outlets, and overrated journalists.

That he which hath no stomach to this fight, let him remain hidden in the locker room. His reputation shall be solidified, and no mention of his name will be made on CNN nor MSNBC. We should not rejoice in the end zone in that man’s company that fears his fellowship to listen to the national anthem with us.

This day is call’d the feast of Villanueva. He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, and rouse him at the name of Alejandro Villanueva. He that shall live this day, and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbors, And say, “To-morrow is Alejandro Villanueva.” Then will he load his YouTube video, show this clip, And say, “This clip, I watched on Alejandro Villanueva’s day.”

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he’ll remember with advantages what feats he did that day. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth as household words, Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red. This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Alejandro Villanueva shall ne’er go by, From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered,

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he to-day that stands with me during the national anthem, shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, this day shall gentle his condition;

And lesser men that stayed hidden in the locker room, now a-bed shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That came out on the field during the national anthem upon Alejandro Villanueva’s day.