At 96, John Pylman has seen more of history than most of us will ever read about. So when he stepped onto the baseball field to sing the national anthem, it wasn’t just a rendition—it was a living lesson in patriotism.
His voice, steady and soulful, carried the weight of sacrifice and the pride of service. The crowd, sensing the gravity of the moment, sang along softly, their hands pressed to their hearts. Even the players, usually focused on the game ahead, stood motionless, caps held respectfully over their chests.
As the last note faded, John’s sharp salute brought the stadium to its feet. In that moment, it wasn’t just about the anthem—it was about honoring a man who embodies its spirit.
