Perhaps the dinginess of the light rail reminds these people of the insides of their parents’ basement?

(Yes, I realize a large percentage of SABR’s members have nothing to do with Bill James and the statistical revolution, but I couldn’t resist the dig.)

I hated Civ Pro.  I wish my professor started out that way, instead of jumping right into Pennoyer v. Neff . . .

Also, that’s probably why baseball’s highs correspond in and around wartime—i.e. 1910s-1950s, briefly in late 1970s-early 1980s, now, whereas football takes the place of war in American society (those glory days of the early ‘60s, the ‘90s).  It replaces actual war with, you know, America’s thirst for anything bloody.  I think that football, maybe just NFL football, is on a *little* downward spiral right now, what with all the actual war going on, while baseball, at least according to Fearless Leader Bud, has never been more popular . . .

P.S. It took a few posts to read, but I hunted you down Shyster . . .

I got stranded at Hopkins Airport for close to an hour when I got to Cleveland. And then got to ride into town on a train that had:
1) a horrible PA system
2) people yelling at me to buy a ticket although no one was selling them and all the machines were broken
3) dropped me off in a place that was supposed to be attached to my hotel which I never would have found unless I had been guided by someone who had already checked in
4) and the hotel had no food
5) and I was pissed off all the time I was in Cleveland

Other than that, I love the Forest City.