Maybe the problem is that we heap so much purple prose on baseball stadiums, there simply aren’t any adjectives, adverbs or gerunds left for any of the other coliseums where we conduct the business of American sport.
Football, especially.
Face it: There haven’t been a lot of poets who’ve tripped over their tongues crafting verse about the Superdome. MetLife Stadium rarely inspires much of anything, because how could you expect an eight-story pile of venetian blinds stacked on top of each other to inspire much of anything?
Lambeau Field is different. Lambeau is the exception. Lambeau is John Facenda’s voice eternally intoning and extolling “the frozen tundra.