If you take a drive down I-77 South – maybe 30 minutes from The Q – to the sleepy southern suburb of Richfield, there is hardly a remnant of the venue that once hosted one of the greatest events in Cleveland sports history. The place where Sinatra once sang, where Deadheads danced and Michael Jordan silenced 20,000 voices is now no more than an empty field.
It’s where The Coliseum used to be. There are silos and orchards and an ice cream store. You notice these things now. If you go back now, back through Boston Mills and Black roads, you’ll find it a lot less stressful than when you were bumper-to-bumper on a cold February night, itching to see World B.