Honestly, I hate to sit here and pile on, but two other items in this morning’s N&R nearly made me toss my coffee.
First of all, the paper’s cheerleading for First Horizon Park just never stops. Sure, I’ve gone on record supporting the stadium during the controversy surrounding its proposal and construction, and I hope to walk up the street to more than a few games this season. But give me a break with this passage:
Opening night is about 6,229 fans getting back in touch with their sport on the most elemental, visceral levels: A hand placed gently over the heart during the national anthem; ushers taking fresh towels to plastic seats, wiping away the winter; a father draping an arm over his son’s shoulder waiting to pass through the turnstiles.
Opening night is as much about the smells as it is the sights.
It’s just enough wind to toss first night aromas to and fro at First Horizon, meaning the savory smell of sweet grilled onions and hot sausage often got sidetracked by pungent whiffs of cigar smoke.
Opening night is about hope.
Then there’s this call for reader response at the top of the Life section. This is no joke:
Do you hab some kind of baby talk zhat you do in your fammee? Some weetle nonsense or fwase with a funny ‘tory behind it? Well, don’t be bimbarrassed. Send it to us! We will put zha best ones in the paypoo, so everyone can hoo-hoo at you. Um, with you.
Never mind that studies show that baby talk hinders children’s learning development.
Paypoo. They’ve got that right.
