Another Monday night

What defines America?

Is it some politician or leader in Washington, D.C.?

Is it the Declaration of Independence or the U.S. Constitution?

Is it our country's great cities or even it's remote hamlets?

Is it our language or buildings or monuments or food?

Our stunningly beautiful national parks, blue, teeming-with-life, come-play-in-me and rollick-on-my-sandy-beaches oceans? Our towering snow-capped, majestic mountains?

Well, maybe it's a combination of all these things, but it's also something that happens at night once a week throughout the fall and winter.

We call it "Monday Night Football" and it's unique, I believe, to the USA.

Its anthem is sung with gusto by Hank Williams Jr. If you're an American, you've tuned in many times. Hank's song says it all. And his pulsating rendition has transformed Monday evening in America into a night of energy, excitement and entertainment.

I love Monday Night Football.

Sing it, Hank!