This story will probably be picked up as a Blue State mocking the patriotism of our country. Don't buy it. The real story here is something I learned in Cancun in March of 1998. College Acapella singers are the most arrogant, funless people in the world, who just inspire you to want to beat the living crap out of them. It doesn't make it right, but spend more than four minutes with an Acapella group and you would want to beat the crap out of them too. The Story:

I am on Spring Break. Drinking too much Dos Equis and tequila with a few buddies and a few guys from UNC in old town Cancun. We also were sneaking in an early dinner. Our plan was to drink where the beer was 40-50 cents and then go down to the "real" spring break hotspots, primed. Along came five girls. Cute, friendly, they were outnumbered but we were being funny, jolly, a good vibe was developing. The set-up was for a perfect spring break romance, at least for some of us. Then came into the bar, a bar that up until now we owned, six dweebs with shirts that had a punny name on it. It was something like "Without a Bass" or "Pulp Conviction" something that in their dorm room must have been really funny. Within 3 minutes of them walking in, one walks over to our group of about thirteen. He says "Name a song". The least aesthetically pleasing of the the five says, "In Your Eyes, Peter Gabriel". Out of nowhere the six dudes start harmonizing In your Eyes.
Three of the girls go around and they continue with an Oasis, Matchbox 20, Dave Matthews, Counting Crows medley. We can see the 45 minutes reassuring the girls that we were just normal guys out to have a good time on Spring Break, and not future subjects of a Dateline expose, eroding as they name song after song and they keep nailing them. That's fine, I can be beaten in a bar over a woman, but what absolutely drew the ire of my friends and I, is that they did it so smuggly. That we could see that this was a routine. That these guys were weasels with nice tenor and baritone voices. It made us want to puke. We lost four of them and the one girl that stayed talking to us, said that her friends had never been on Spring Break before and they were going to go down this long road of being easily woo'ed in the wrong direction. Those guys in Cancun didn't deserved to get the crap kicked out of them and neither did these Patriots in San Fran, but they could use a little humilty, because at night you may be able to sing a song without instruments, but in the morning you put your pants on one leg at a time and you ain't making gold records.