Dead To Me: Good grief! The Colts are still gone
Each week at the Toy Department, in addition to offering one of our writers the chance to endorse something they feel strongly about, we'll also give one of our writers a chance to dismiss something -- however unpopular that opinion may be -- in a segment we call "Dead. To. Me."
This week, Candy Thomson makes the case for why it's time to get over the Colts midnight move
Let's pause for a moment to remember that the Colts left Baltimore for Indianapolis 25 years ago Sunday.
OK, that's enough.
Yes, The Sun will have stories about that fateful day just as sure as Gov. Martin O'Malley will take credit for the grass turning green as part of his "Smart, Green and Growing" campaign. (Now don't you get all mad, Marty. Snarky press is better than no press at all).
When it comes to anniversaries ending in "5" or "0," news organizations can't help themselves. Just once, I'd like to see coverage of the 16th anniversary or the 31st anniversary of something. Won't happen, though.
But just because we lack the discipline to stop rehashing old news doesn't mean the good people of Maryland should sink to our level and wallow in grief and anger.
Yes, the great escape in the Mayflower vans was a blow to sports and civic pride. Yes, it took a dozen years to right that wrong by stealing another city's team and spending taxpayer money on a new football stadium that requires fans to shell out money for a seat license before shelling out more money for the actual seat.
Time out: I am the daughter of a died-in-the-wool Colts fan who proudly wears her Ravens shirt IN PITTSBURGH, where she now lives. My granddad worked for Beth Steel and saved up money to move from a rented house on Hudson Street to his own home on Fait Avenue in "the county." My parents met while bowling in the Standard Oil league and their first date was at Bud Paulino's on Lombard Street in Highlandtown. So, I GET IT! (Otherwise my 81-year-old mom will beat the crap out of me)
Start the clock: The Colts are gone. We need to move on, especially the folks who don't have a dog in this fight. I mean, when Indianapolis came here three seasons ago for the playoffs, tons of Baltimore fans who screamed about the Mayflower hijacking and the Irsays were barely alive in 1984. You may be old enough for a personal seat license now but it does not include grieving rights.
And anyway, things turned out OK. The Ravens won a Super Bowl. Joe Flacco looks like the real deal. On any given Sunday, the noise level at M&T Bank Stadium creates goosebumps on goosebumps and sets off car alarms.
Besides, you could be a Detroit Lions fan. How lousy is that?
The five stages of grief are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Sports are all about the moments and the memories. Real Baltimore Colts fans have both. For the sake of our sanity and future generations, we need to take that final step.
Poll: Compare the Baltimore and Indianapolis players at each position and pick the best Colts overall.