Requiem For A Dome

Man, I can't even write a few simple words to introduce these pictures without veering off into criticism country. This is my second try at it! These are from the divisional playoff game against the Chargers this past Sunday - they aren't actually pictures of the game itself, but rather shots for posterity that Steve asked me to take after the game ended. The Colts were not victorious. I did, however, enjoy going to the game and spending some time with Steve, since we don't hang out as much as we used to.

We even talked a little politics! Probably we were the only two guys in the whole place discussing whether or not it was smart strategy for Rudy Giuliani to ignore Iowa and New Hampshire and focus instead on Florida - but that's okay. It made it easier to ignore the drunk girl two seats to my left who spent a good part of the game sitting on the lap of a guy who could have been her father and going on and on and on about how good she would be in the sales department and how people always looked to her to be the go-to girl - and on and on with the business school jargon.

The seats were excellent, no more than a dozen or so rows up behind the east end zone. Any missed field goals that went wide left at that end would have had a good chance of landing in our laps. Thanks again for offering the ticket, Steve. Here are the pictures:







I've never been a fan of the Hoosier Dome as a venue for anything - mostly because the only seats I had ever had prior to Sunday were in the upper deck, and those barely qualify as "seats." In actuality, they are long, hard aluminum benches with no backs - though perhaps they have contributed over the years to the health of the chiropractic industry in this city. The seats in the lower deck are a tad more comfortable - they have backs! - but are so close together that you have to check your personal space at the door before taking a seat. It's also loud, and the acoustics are awful. Don't forget to hold on to your hat on the way out, or that thing will blow off your head, down the steps, and across Capitol Avenue. But for all of that, I still had a good time at the game. Thanks again, Steve. Until next year, then...