Unfortunately, they won't be able to save the team rap.
Stingrays are moving to Florence.
The key quote in this story is true, but really, for our sport, the convention center is pretty close to perfect, on a facilities basis.

I had been wondering if the state quarters program was eventually going to lead the Mint down into the spiral death trap that a lot of state lotteries are in, namely the notion that constantly changing the product is the only way to keep the product selling well. Problem being it only works the first couple times, then you start losing people, but you can't stop doing the action in the first place, not realizing either way you'd lose people. This story indicates they're well on their way down that path. I know I can't wait for my Chester Alan Arthur gold dollar. (Now the government says it's worth one dollar, but an investment like this means it could someday be worth... one dollar.)

Finally, I had had enough issues with ABC's plan to turn adoption into a reality show already (Think "Million Dollar Chance of a Knifetime: Solomonic Edition") , but this just pushed it into the stratosphere. (Admittedly, simply adding the notion of Uri Geller vaguely trashy is kind of like having a can of whipped cream in fridge, you can add it to any dessert to make it better.) And I'm sure I won't be the first to point this out but: Shouldn't he have known this was going to happen?