If You Build It...

"If You Build It..."

We should have seen it coming - Clandestine whispers...

"Move Tigris Stadium...Bottom Line...War Games is business...
Nothing remains forever...Royalty Boxes...Private Throne Licence
...Mee-See-Gun and Trum-Bull is merely another crossroad..."

Yes, and the Acropolis is just another ruin...

As morale plummeted, Teame Tigris began to lose more wars than it
won. And the King became bored. Visiting royalty does not care much
for losers, you see.

The 35-5 Bandwagon Club, driven by Head Cheerleader King
Dough-Menoe himself, disbanded due to lack of membership.

The King's flying chariot was not seen at The Corner
for weeks at a time.

And all the while, the whispers...

Those malignant whispers, which, like a cancer, eventually
festered into full-throated cries: "Tigris Stadium will go!"
shrieked the emboldened accountants.
"We must build elsewhere!"

And chaos reigned supreme in Tigris Detroitus.

But out of the deep darkness, a solitary voice rang out pure
and clear, a poet's voice, soon joined by a rising crescendo
of countless other voices, all shouting in unison:

"If you build it, we will not come!"

Hall of Famer Ernie Harwell