
Yesterday was the 25th anniversary of a dark day in the history of the city of Baltimore, Maryland (a town I think is underrated, actually – I have quite liked it when I’ve traveled there). It was the day the Colts snuck out of town under cover of night and snow and relocated to Indianapolis. The Colts meant so much to Charm City, and its denizens still speak longingly of the days of Johnny Unitas and Art Donovan, that I wouldn’t have expected to see this headline in the Baltimore Sun:
Good Riddance
I understand, intellectually – getting rid of Bob Irsay and (eventually) getting two new stadiums and a Super Bowl title means Balmer didn’t turn into a vast wasteland after the Colts left. Oriole Park at Camden Yards is a jewel and a point of pride for the city, and the Ravens play in a flashy facility complete with a Johnny U. statue in front. I just didn’t think I’d ever hear anybody in Baltimore verbalize it. I didn’t think rational was possible.
(By the way – by 2015, the Colts will have called Indianapolis home for as long as they did Baltimore, and no one under the age of about 35 will have any useful recollection of the Baltimore Colts. It’ll be 2027 before the Ravens will have been around as long as the Baltimore Colts.)
If you remember that day with sorrow (I just shook my head at the time, while many others shook their fists), you have my condolences. It never should have happened – even if it did turn out for the best.
But there’s a lot of that in the world.