Candlestick

Candlestick From the outside, the ominous looking creature gives no hint of the magic occurring inside its masses of stone cold concrete and powerful steel. As my eyes struggle to absorb the magnitude of my surroundings, each individual hair stands up on the back of my neck. My excitement turns to amazement. I am struck by the beautiful purity of the empty expanse of brown and green. This is not the same dirt we all …

…Fans are held back by sticky, old railings that act as bodyguards, extending their arms to hold the audience back from the forbidden. Incredible performers fill the show. Their athletic choreography is poetry in motion. They are sure-footed and bold as lions, yet swift-striding and graceful as deer. The sights and sounds of the experience transform a game into an exhibition. The play of wholesome fantasy, where winners are secondary to just watching the performance.