We later found out the car belonged to an insurance-less employee of the nearby Erberts & Gerberts sandwich shop. She had to set a donation jar on the counter, relying on pennies from strangers to replace the vehicle, the same strangers who may very well have flipped and torched it. I stood and watched as they did it. I could have run inside and said something to the people but I was a stupefied freshman with a case of riot fever so I did nothing. And that’s the same affliction and only one step from grabbing a cardboard beer case, setting it alight, and dropping it into the pool of gasoline leaking from the overturned car.
Maybe it doesn’t have the same gravitas as it would have if we were sparking a popular revolution against a fascist regime. But still, sprinting as hard as you can down a vehicle-less University Avenue as a line of riot police lob tear gas over your head feels pretty heavy. Eleven years later, there was another riot in Dinkytown to celebrate(?) our Golden Gophers beating UND in dramatic fashion to put them in the title game. I was disappointed that none of the media coverage of last night’s riot touched on the precedent of hockey rioting that was set in 2002 and 2003. Is it ancient history already? It feels like only yesterday girls were baring their breasts on a makeshift stage - a flipped over car - while singing the rouser. (arouser?)
Oh right, rioting is bad.
Anyway, I think the Dinkytown rioters face some real challenges on Saturday. For one, that surface lot kitty corner from McDonald’s is now (naturally) a CVS and condo building. There really isn’t much open space for a crowd of hair-gelled drunks to meet and tear shit apart. This isn’t the first thing our city planners think about first when they push for higher urban density, but it should be.
There’s also the matter of cellphones and social media. I can’t remember if we had camera phones in 2003, but the term “camera phone” was a thing, which tells us there was a need for the distinction. Regardless, the cops were able to acquire a lot of pictures and offered rewards to people who could identify the worst offenders. Imagine the same scenario in 2014. Everyone will be uploading incriminating evidence as it happens. People will be taking fucking selfies with the guy who just threw a bottle through a plate glass window and hashtagging it with #guywhojustthrewabottlethroughaplateglasswindow #riot #skiumah.
With any luck, the riot will lose a lot of momentum due to everyone staring at their phone.
Baseball as America
April 7, 2014
Photo by Ann Heisenfelt/AP
This photo makes me feel unhappy.
Both from when it was abandoned with the roof on, to when the roof was off the dome.
Spotted this junked pink #57chevy behind Bridgeman’s by the falls. If Elvis were still alive he’d be spinning in his grave.
What they thought a downtown stadium would be like. If you were a large parking lot in the 60’s and 70’s, you were fucking adored.
Source: “Uncovering the Dome” - Amy Klobuchar. I think she got it out of the strib.
Paul McCartney in the Twins clubhouse. Metropolitan Stadium, Bloomington, Minnesota. August 21, 1965. Photo via @mlbcathedrals on twitter.