On one hand you got to give the cops props for anticipating what could be mass destruction if Super Bowl party had gone bad. But on the other hand, you got to wonder about the excessive show of force. It’s not like I saw any abuse or anything, but it did snuff any spontaneous joy that this one fan craves. It got to the point where a stupid night at Bond Street Social unleashes more asshole, well off folks who don’t give a damn as they scream into rowhouse windows throughout the neighborhood. I’d rather see Ravens fans full of good will and smiles and all walks hugging each other. The spontaneity is the true joy of sports — the whole thing with Seven Nation Army — and when the Ravens beat the Patriots, punching their ticket to the Super Bowl, there was the moment when the Police Commander was all smiles and his unit stood down allowing about 500 kids moshing with joy. But that beauty was stymied with this win as the square stood erriely empty and cops on horseback chased down a group of fans down Lancaster Street. As a resident I would love to see that same attitude applied to the well off Revelers who scream into windows just to hear their voices.
Here’s an open plea to the Mayor. Could you please allow the Citizens of Baltimore to have some fun during the Parade next Monday.
Twelve years ago under Martin O’Malley, the Super Bowl party was pretty paltry, just an appearance from the team and they sent the crowd on their way. It was like people showing up ready to party and being sent to the door. Please aspire for something better.