The sight of Duke being all paternal caused my ovaries to send off fireworks to rival those over Main Street during Red, White, and Blue, and Corn Too. The rockets red blare had nothing on my urge to jump through the stands and wrap my star spangled self around Duke and show him my flag was still there. But, I obviously do not embrace living in the land of the free and the home of the brave, because my cowardly rear stayed planted in the stands.
