Red is everywhere in Evansville and environs now. There is sort of an overkill of red about The Crescent City, for the hottest fans have whole wardrobes of red—the red tie this game, the red shirt for the next, and so on. Sammy Newman wears red on red. A man came into town recently in anguish because in Jasper, Ind., 60 miles away, there was not a red sweater to be had.
It is a strange cult that produces this sort of thing. It is emotion and pride and social status and fun and games, all these things intertwined—an effect loud enough to properly demand red and to put a city on the map, and even to take the heat off the fact that there really is another zoo in Indiana.