Gone But Not Forgotten

“They’re tearing the old place down.”

It’s a phrase that evokes memories—some sharp, some faded, but always with some emotion attached to it. Often times there’s a sigh of relief when some eyesore shack finally getting its due; other times it’s the wistful memories of a bar that could not outrun Father Time (or the Liquor Authority). For Northwestern grads, the physical manifestations of the Ryan Field (née Dyche Stadium) we knew are about to turn to dust with wrecking balls starting their work leveling the century-old edifice. Whether there are fluttering hearts of despair is an entirely different issue.

As befits the tangled relationship of Northwestern football and its fans, the news of rebuilding the stadium hit hard with cries of worry for…the beloved hot dog stand next to the stadium. Would it survive? How? With two years of hungry construction workers on site, Mustard’s Last Stand’s future seems assured, and probably very lucrative. The apparel shop across the street had a different view—it saw two years without game day fans’ wallets and the storefront mysteriously fell victim to a devastating fire. I’m not saying it was all in the name of insurance money, but some things in the Chicago area never change.

My own feelings are a little mixed. Visually, the original stadium had pleasing, dare I say grand, arches echoing the collegiate building style of the 1920’s. Over the years, additions and skeletal bleachers gave the place a hodge podge look which was exacerbated by the hodge-podge look of the few fans in attendance. Aesthetics aside, there were plenty of festive tailgates and our fraternity had members in the marching band, which was incentive enough for us to stay through the halftime show.

Fun game day festivities eventually morphed into a workday as a campus newspaper photographer. It was a great gig, and every game I got to improve my photographic craft as well see how D-I football moves and sounds on the field. When TV announcers comment that broadcasts don’t convey just how fast the game is, they aren’t joking—those clips of photographers getting run over by players hit a little too close for me.

I also got to know the other side of sports, the side without the money. Sunday mornings were for my hangovers and covering women’s field hockey and lacrosse at the stadium. The players were there mostly for the love of the game (even if they managed to wrangle a scholarship), but it was a relief to cover an event without the press pass bureaucracy or sheer volume of people around the field. The large stadium surroundings created an unusual intimacy with only the players, coaches, and refs on the field and a few friends in the stands. For a place that could fit 50,000 people, it’s amazing how clear one voice could be heard.

And what does the grand future hold for the new Ryan Field? The drawings of the outside have an unfortunate likeness to a prison toilet seat. Inside, however, no expense will be spared with state-of-the-art lighting, sound, and Jumbotrons—all great for the video-addicted students and, more importantly, TV coverage. And maybe this is what slightly gnaws at me. The first thing that came into my mind when I saw the renderings is that this whole thing looks like an oversized TV studio. It’s not like the old place was Wrigley field, but when you walked by, you knew exactly that it was a football field. The new place could be an alien landing pad, which might explain the toilet seat aesthetic.

In a few years the shiny new thing excitement of the stadium will have worn off, and I’m sure I’ll catch a game there. Maybe one of the super-ultra-high-def TV cameras will catch me in the stands. I’ll be the guy wiping sauerkraut off my shirt—Mustard’s makes a messy dog.

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