By Rich Lindbloom
After two hours of watching my daughter, wife and 65 year old father in law ride the various roller coasters at Great America, they finally convinced me to try my nerve on Batman. Much like the Hawks this season, roller coasters are not for the faint of heart. I’d much rather be trying to hit a 3-iron over 195yds of water than find myself upside down, heading into a blind turn at breakneck speeds. As I watched the three groups in front of us “eagerly” take their turns getting on the Batman, the thought of turning around and making a run for it kept crossing my yellow bellied sap sucker mind. Finally, the attendant released the chain – it was our turn to mount this death trap. As I stood there with sweaty palms and a churning stomach, while Nathalie and her dad were being strapped in, I had one last chance to make a run for it. Would I suck it up, overcome my fears and prove I was a man. Or would I head down the stairs, hiding my face in utter shame as the other people in line laughed and jeered at my cowardice?
Anyone out there feel like they took a sledge hammer to the face last night when time finally expired? Once again, the seeds of doubt have not only taken root, they’re clearly above the surface, poking their head out of the ground like tulips in the spring. It appears more and more that fans are starting to jump ship, as we try to navigate these troubled waters. Watching the Hawks on some nights right now is like watching the movie, They Shoot Horses Don’t They – clearly the most depressing movie ever made. I think that some fans are actually praying for the losing streak that will finally put us out of our misery. Do you really believe it’s going to be that easy?! No doubt, there’s still a lot of ups, downs and hair pin turns ahead on the newest roller coaster at Great America – The Friggin Blackhawk. Read more