in the world of stadiums, where patterns of cheers and chants echo, one finds a universe begging to be understood. a wise philosopher would ponder, if a stadium could speak, what secrets would it reveal? would it deflect with tales of glory and defeat or, in a moment of pre-committal truth, whisper the incognito details hidden within its walls, ones that bring back to the start the essence of its construction, only to divulge how best to manipulate this discussion towards revealing those secrets it holds closest?