Dungy’s Destructive DreamsRandy Boydbyline‚ Mar. 22‚ 2007“Daddy, will we ever get a football team here?” asked a little black boy growing up in Indianapolis in the mid 70s. The little boy was from a sports family. They played sports. They watched sports. They talked sports. The little boy and his two older brothers had big sports dreams. The brothers were descended from sports legacy. Their dads and uncles had done great things in the 1950s, when the all-black basketball team at Crispus Attucks High School was dreaming big for the whole city. The brothers knew sports. The brothers lived sports. Pacers. Racers. Our own tribe down at the old Victory Field. But no big league football team. And the littlest brother wanted the city to have a football team. “Too small and too close to Chicago and Cincinnati” was the father’s response, dousing the boy’s hopes with a dose of fiscal reality. |