The pro football gladiatorial stadium experience is like a sports version of predatory capitalist gluttony and climate chaos. It epitomizes the sanctioning of ignoring that the “owners” get socialized taxpayer monies to build this version of the ponzi behemoth experience. Its big and by golly life is tough and there is a certain prideful invisibility to have a microcosm of the world you wish you could travel and see, like a soldier. Discuss local, national and international engagement? Heck no, just put your hand over your (broken) heart and shed a tear for that moment of musical patriotic strains by the guys who matter on the really, really big screen. Brruuuelch. All you can adrenalize, all you can eat, having saved for month for this particular conspicuous consumption of the concessions, yell, cheer and curse, then go home a sleep off the beer and junk food.
Co-op development with community well being for future generations, still struggling, holds a special prayer that these characters wake up from the nightmare being bought into.