A REVIEW of the new Jacobs Field in Cleveland by a colleague reveals it to be a beautiful stadium, similar to Camden Yards. It lacks the clean angles of OPACY, but that's a function of the cramped downtown site.
The Indians' store and museum put the Orioles' to shame. The selection of Indian T-shirts, caps and clothing is astonishing. Even more astonishing is the ubiquity of Indians clothing on fans. Everyone, it seems, has an item containing the veritable Chief Wahoo.
Clevelanders don't mind being politically incorrect. Chief Wahoo proudly remains the team's emblem. He's on merchandise, phone booths, light standards, even staring down from the giant scoreboard. Then there's the tom-tom heard during rallies -- though the performer no longer wears a headdress.
Jacobs Field tries to be environmentally correct. Napkins at concession stands are brown, the result of being manufactured from 100 percent recycled fiber. Trash cans are everywhere, and sweepers pick up behind patrons constantly. No one was spotted littering.
A disappointment: there were no indigenous foods at the ball park, unless you consider frozen Pepsi and bratwurst indigenous to Cleveland.
Baltimore and Maryland would be wise to follow Cleveland's lead in one respect. The town is building an indoor arena next to Jacobs Field, both connected to parking garages. It should make for a wonderful downtown sports complex.
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THE GREAT Ugliness of the World," an article submitted by an Indiana professor to this newspaper's op/ed page, has become a small cult obsession.
Last week Gallimaufry published a paragraph of the professor's fevered prose as an example of what readers miss out on when free-lance manuscripts are rejected. And we agreed to send copies of the article to lovers of ugliness who sent stamped, self-addressed envelopes.
It turns out there are many ugliness aficionados. Kauko Kokkonen said the rejected article sounded "so much more interesting than the anti-male, pro-feminist diatribes usually found on The Sun op/ed page." Walton Windsor said it was one of the few things he had ever seen in The Sun that he agreed with. Gentlemen, and others who requested the full text of the article -- the ugliness is in the mail.
Meanwhile, here are the professor's reassuring words: "Hope? It exists, to be sure, but it must sing softly, in an undertone. The great ugliness of the world creates a terrifying noise, but it is still possible to listen for real music. Tuning out the shrieks and mutterings of the herd, we may still discover, like an old master beneath a layer of dirt, the majestic structure and full broad bowing of the strings. Caught up in a war of extermination against the individual, the murdered and murderous sounds ooze on and on. . ."
And on and on.