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	Patrick Roy  David E. Klutho

I would go to the Montreal Forum to see the Canadiens in the Stanley Cup finals. I'd move through the well-dressed crowd, feeling the love and adoration of the fans for the home team and ... oops, the Montreal Forum is gone. I would go to the Boston Garden on a hot spring day as the Celtics were playing the Lakers in the NBA Finals ... oops, gone. I would go ... OK, I would go old.

I like character and history with my sporting events more than fireworks and wet T-shirts. I like to be someplace where the mind can take a walk and imagine the other great things that have happened there, at some other time. The new stadiums with their sponsor-logo names and their showbiz theatrics are a plague upon our landscape.

Twenty-four hours? Fenway, Wrigley, Lambeau Field. Very good. A day hiking up the Pyrénées, then sitting on a grassy bank, waiting with a loaf of bread and bottle of wine for the Tour de France to pass. Yes, very good, indeed. A walk around Augusta National, a big game at the Rose Bowl, a tennis match at Wimbledon, a summer league pickup game at an asphalt court, somewhere in America, somewhere the big guys all show up on the same day for a workout. Sure.

Twenty-four hours? Realistically? Maybe watch the morning workouts at Churchill Downs, then maybe Ohio State-Michigan football in the afternoon, either site, then maybe a Big Five doubleheader at the Palestra in Philadelphia at night. Old is good, beautiful, lovely in sports. New stinks. I am old.