About freakin' time! I flew over Cincinnati last year and couldn't see any progress as of this August.

Old Atlanta-Fulton Cty Stadium was built by the same architects according to the same basic plan. It had all the charm of a stale bagel. I can still hear the PA announcer in my head - not that you could make out what he was saying in the never ending echoes. From the center field bleachers, you could barely tell what race a batter was. On homeruns, the ball would be halfway out of the park by the time you heard the report of the bat.

Here in St. Louis, Busch Stadium is also a soulless donut, but a smaller and more intimate one owing to a midlife reconfiguration in which the ground was raised some feet and grass replaced the green cement. Before that, Busch on a cold day was the harshest environment in the Western Hemisphere in which to play football.