“Is our pastime so past, its vision so backward, that, with his team lacking its own history, Fred Wilpon (or some second-tier manager) was so desperate for a folksy, Mickey-and-the-Duke feel that he had to glom on to the history of the Dodgers?”
That’s Grantland writer Peter Richmond lamenting the depressing nature of Citifield, along with virtually every other new American stadium. Richmond argues that most of these stadia are designed with revenue in mind and very little else. And it’s a shame, when you spend a billion dollars of taxpayer money on something, the least they can do is make it DIFFERENT.
-DM
[Grantland] (via the20s)
This piece is really very good. But man, this footnote is obnoxious: This is all I can tell you about Jacques Derrida: One early afternoon, when I was taking a graduate-level philosophy course as an undergrad at an Ivy League school in New Haven, I was getting drunk at Rudy’s on Elm Street with a PhD candidate in philosophy. In the middle of our second pitcher he turned to me and said, “Do you have a fucking clue what Derrida is talking about?”
(On some level, Richmond’s essay encapsulates both the best and worst of GLand.)