You haven’t walked along the downtown canal on a summer evening, mesmerized by the skyline reflecting on the water. You’ve not meandered Monument Circle or one of the nation’s top downtown malls, Circle Centre.Well, welcome to Indianapolis. Drive around the city and you'll discover the landscape these civic leaders fret about letting visitors to the Super Bowl take in is nothing compared to the ugliness the residents who live and pay taxes here are treated to every day. Don't expect us to give a damn what these people who fly into the city in their corporate-owned jets for one day of partying on the company dime think. If you're that worried, suggest they fly on rented helicopters from the airport to the helipad downtown like the elites already do when heading to the Indianapolis 500 or Brickyard 400 at the Speedway so their eyes won't be burning from these eyesores we live with daily. For the unfortunate visitors who have to suffer through that atrocious drive from the airport to downtown in their stretch window-tinted limousines, I highly doubt they will be taking in the sights along the route anyway. They will be too consumed looking up the short skirts of the babes they brought along with them for their entertainment or admiring their latest cosmetic surgery fixes in their compact mirrors. If our $750 million Lucas Oil Stadium and the more than a billion dollars of public investment in our downtown paid for with our taxes isn't good enough for these visitors, then let them go f_ _ _ themselves.
All you know is you’ve just flown into a fancy new airport terminal and as you drive toward downtown on Interstate 70 the scenery is deteriorating. A 1950s-era house facing the highway near Holmes and McCarty has a blue tarp over a damaged wall and appears to have a deer stand nailed to its roof.
Exiting toward downtown on West Street, you pass a row of industrial buildings, paint peeling from their cinder-block walls. And what’s that long ribbon of corrugated metal obstructing your view of downtown? It must be someone’s interpretation of the Berlin Wall, applied to historic Union Station’s train shed.
Imagine these aesthetic abominations as your first impression of the city, and you’ll get some idea of the challenge facing image-conscious civic leaders ahead of next February’s Super Bowl at Lucas Oil Stadium.
I sometimes wonder whether these journalists who crank out this crap to appease the civic leaders in this town take any pride in their work. If the NFL players go on strike and the Super Bowl isn't played here next year, I sure won't be shedding any tears. Maybe then these civic leaders can return their focus to "real life" matters. And maybe the people who call themselves journalists can focus on issues that are relevant to the rest of us.