Stadium Stupidity
The Star Tribune reports that the Vikings—fresh off their surprising winning streak—are currently pining for a new stadium at the state capitol. Color me skeptical. Not only am I philosophically opposed to the idea of government intervention in private industry but in an era of crippling budget shortfalls and budget cuts this is definitely not a sector that deserves a government handout. Furthermore, it’s not entirely clear to me that a new Vikings stadium is even desirable. After all, the Twin Cities will soon have five large sports and entertainment stadiums (the Target Center, Target Field, the Metrodome, TCF Bank Stadium and the Xcel Energy Center)—do we really need another sports arena capable of seating over 20,000 people? Keep in mind that New York City, home to a little more than seven million people, also has five stadiums which it struggles to fill—seems to me that Minneapolis, which has a slightly smaller population, probably doesn’t need more stadium capacity than the largest city in America.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand the economic argument for stadium subsidization when stadiums serve as critical components in community revitalization. If a stadium can achieve high occupancy rates, it can certainly play an important role in anchoring a dense urban center. However, if stadiums are going to achieve high usage rates they really need to be used for a variety of different things (NFL, MLB, NHL, college football, concerts, etc.). Dividing these activities up between several locations creates massive money losing ventures while simultaneously depriving the areas surrounding stadiums of the critical mass of attendees needed to support local business.
As someone who lived in the warehouse district (next to the Gay 90s) for a year, I can attest that downtown clubbers are obnoxious. Every weekend they descended onto my neighborhood like a plague of scantily-clad, intoxicated locust, and generally made asses of themselves as they tried to mate with one another in the street, my alley, and the lobby of my apartment building. And, I agree, the younger members of this unfortunate swarm were generally the worst.