Last Sunday I was finally able to get to the new stadium. I should have been there two weeks ago, but the highway bridge on my route to the stadium was closed unexpectedly when the southbound lane dropped into the river. After what seemed like a decade long controversy about how the facility was going to be paid for, funds were made available from the closing of a mental healthcare facility and the cancelling of some infrastructure contracts, and the stadium was opened for business. The early reviews were glowing As I got to the gate, I showed my ticket to the attendant and asked him for the quickest route to my seat. “You want to get in that line there,” he said, pointing to his right, “and turn sharp left when you get off the rollercoaster.” “Rollercoaster?” I replied. “I don’t want to ride a rollercoaster. I came to see the game.” “Are you sure?” he said, a little puzzled. “It’s a double loop.” “No, I just want to get to my seat.” “Hmm. Okay then, go