As you know, in the Burgh there rages a spirited debate about the future of the Civic/Mellon Arena.
Some, such as the Penguins, Lukey, Dan Onorato and lots of Burghers believe it should be destroyed in the name of development.
Others believe it is an historical building that should be considered a permanent part of the Pittsburgh skyline as the Space Needle is to Seattle’s. That it should be repurposed.
Is repurpose actually a word, I wonder, or is it like tranforminituitiated or irreconcilasponsible in that respect?
Moving on, a public meeting was held yesterday when this happened:
Chief among them was Penguins president David Morehouse, who was booed when he suggested the arena’s retractable roof “never opened because it never worked.”
Let’s just say in this case, he’s wrong. Let’s say that’s not why the roof of the arena is never open. I personally have never seen the thing open other than that one time the helicopter fell through the opening and landed on the ice during the 7th game of the Stanley Cup Finals and Jean Claude Van Damme was all, “I’m about to have a very bad day.” Remember that time? Maybe the helicopter broke the roof?
But let’s say for the sake of argument that David Morehouse is wrong. Let’s say you want him to take you seriously enough so that you can prove him wrong. Let’s say you want him to say to himself, “The other side of this argument is being argued by some very intelligent people. Perhaps I should listen to them,” a great way to make that not happen is TO FREAKING BOO THE MAN.
I get booing during sporting games. The loudest boos of my life have been reserved for Marian Hossa and Tom Brady. And every one of the Flyers. And the Red Wings. And the Ravens. And the new Penguins Ice Girls. Boo to them all. And if the Steelers ever get cheerleaders? They will taste my boos.
But booing outside of sporting events? Booing because you don’t like what someone is saying?
It seems counterproductive. It seems childish. It makes one bad booing apple spoil the whole bunch of non-booing intelligent respectful apples.
Does it ever work? Does a person ever get booed and say, “Hmmm. I am beginning to question my feelings here?” Does Sid ever think, “Gosh. Maybe I DO suck!” Did Princess Buttercup think, “Maybe I AM the Queen of Putrescence.”
I don’t think so, but just to be sure, the next time I’m having an argument with my husband and he’s all, “I really think we should just get rid of your giant hunk of junk and get a new car because we’re putting so much money into that thing and now the muffler is hanging low. How about we go look at a nice Mazda 5 for you?” I will get right in his face, nose to nose, and say, “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I’ll even throw in two thumbs down for good measure.
I’ll let you know how it goes over.
Oh, and P.S., David Morehouse? 4,743 is more than a “few facebook friends.”
P.P.S. David Conrad’s ass was in my passenger seat. I’ll drive that SUV of doom until the canary dies.