Apparently, last week's Sinatra Saturday was too maudlin (adjective, 1: drunk enough to be emotionally silly; 2: weakly and effusively sentimental) for some.
Consider this the antidote, Mom.
Or you might like this version:
When Bob sings a song, that song belongs to Bob.
I'm not going to break the mood by posting any pictures of the field from yesterday.
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