I once sang the Star Bangled Banner for our local baseball team when I was a teenager. Then I ate a hot dog, watched the game, and reveled in my Americanness. About the only further step I could have taken was to have been wearing a sparkly flag dress.
I've grown up a lot since then, and I haven't been too proud of America ever since some morons elected King Moron the II to the presidency.
I will resume being proud as an American once the idiot son of an ******* has stopped making me ashamed of my government and country.