There’s something about an empty stadium that feels like a lie.
A lie we tell ourselves about growth. About prestige. About making it. And when it comes to Championship Weekend in college lacrosse, we’re lying loud and proud in front of 70,000 empty seats while a loyal 30,000 freeze their asses off in the lower bowl.
Some say keep it big. That the atmosphere is “electric.” That parking’s free. That ticket prices are “reasonable.” That if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Let me be clear: it’s not broke. It’s disconnected.