But just as that dream was about to come true, the NURFC had technical trouble with its internet feed. They had no alternate source lined up, and told the crowd to go somewhere else to witness the momentous occasion.
The few who stuck around wound up gathered around a small screen on the third floor, craning for a glimpse. "They didn't use TVs because it would have required 250 feet of cable wire and more manpower than they have," said a Cincinnati Enquirer reporter who was blogging the event.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
The NURFC laid off 17 of its 64 staff in December for budgetary reasons. So presumably it's the taxpayers' fault for failing to fund the NURFC as lavishly as they'd like.