They didn't mean for them to go to Indianapolis, for crying out loud.
|Mayflowers brought Indy|
a load of stolen memories
Hudnut died the other day at age 84. And What We Didn't Know was that, after serving 16 years in Indy, he actually wound up in Chevy Chase, Maryland (not the actor but the ritzy Washington suburb) and served that town as mayor. He had been a preacher in his early days, but went into politics with an (apparently sincere) belief that it was the best way to improve the lot of all citizens.
And he wound up in a long-term care facility in Chevy Chase and passed away here in Maryland.
People say that Baltimore was no better than Indianapolis; after 12 years without a team, we wooed the Cleveland Browns away from their home and made Ravens of them. But the difference was, we were like spouses who had been cheated on and dumped, and we went out on the prowl looking for someone else to hook up with. The league disrespected us; their saturnine commissioner Paul Tagliabue, who always reminded me of a doctor who really doesn't mind giving news of imminent mortality to a trembling family and then hustling along for his golf match, said we should take the money we set aside to house a new franchise and "build a museum." And the league about broke their necks to award Cleveland a whole new franchise, currently the proud winners of one game this year.
There really is good and bad in every soul!