The Cincinnati Reds’ naming their baseball stadium “The Great American Ballpark” is as arrogant as the Dallas Cowboys pretending to be “America’s Team.”
In my part of America, any day on which the Cowboys lose is a good day.
(True fact, as contrasted to untrue facts: It was a sell-out to the Great American Insurance Company, whoever they are. It is now my policy to avoid their policies.)
If there is a great American ballpark, it is Yankee Stadium (and I’m not even a Yankees fan, though I was one in the days of Mickey Mantle and Whitey Ford, in the days of ships of wood and men of iron).
Attending a ballgame in Yankee Stadium is a thing unto itself.