We generally go to a couple of baseball games each summer. Last week was one of them and as usual during one of the breaks between innings, the hot dogs, Mustard, Onion, and Ketchup, raced all around Cleveland (by animated video) and then into the ballpark and onto the field to finish the race.
Odds were that Ketchup would win. Ketchup almost always wins. That's because he cheats.
This time he used an animated helicopter, rode a kangaroo, and something else I can't recall right now to get ahead. When they entered the stadium to finish the rest of the race around the warning track, Ketchup tackled Mustard and Onion and then jumped up to win the race.
Now I'm the first to admit I don't know what the rules of this race are. But what kind of lesson is it teaching the young fans in the crowd? Nice guys finish last? Cheaters win? Even if its a no-holds-barred race, it teaches that anything goes.
Ketchup, I'm sure your mother taught you better than to cheat.
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