Stomp, stomp, squish. That was the news stepping on and killing your tender, furry, adorable dream that Beyoncé was actually singing the national anthem. Scrape, slosh, dee-ba-wee-ba-wee. That was “a tipster” trying to glue those dreams back together and make it purr again. Beytheists versus ear-piece-ripping/singing vein/Beyhive-subscribing Beyvangelists, into the arena you go!