Between my maternal and paternal side I had 6 close relatives who had Arthur as a first or middle name. In fact my mother's paternal family tree is full of Bennet Arthurs and Arthur Bennets. That's how I ended up as Paul Arthur.
I don't have anything name related that's profound enough to add what's been shared, which has been oddly very entertaining. I can offer this little quip: My mother's parents were first-generation Americans raised in ethnic neighborhoods in upstate NY, and as a little girl she loved playing up for attention. Apparently jealous of one school mate's background she once introduced herself to her class saying "My father's Scottish, my mother's Polish, and I'm French! We haven't decided about my brother yet."
I, too, can't compete. The closest I can come is that, evidently, my father wanted to name me after his dog - an animal called "Dugan," which he claimed was the best dog he ever had - but the priest refused to baptize me if he did so. They settled on Doug - he always called me "Dougie" - which has no historical connection whatsoever in my family. No one would lever confuse me with a practicing Catholic, but I am thankful to that priest, whoever he was. Though on that theme, I'm one of those for whom recently-received 23andMe results upend the family's presumed history. The Irish and French/French Canadian lineage that I assumed made up roughly half of my DNA... well, not so much. Seems mom was adopted (she has no clue), and I'm actually close to half German (Bavarian, mostly) on her side of the family (my father's South Slavic background was represented as expected). Go figure.
My dad's name was James but he went by Jim. So I go by James. My mom's only brother was also named James and both my dad's sisters married men named James. So family get togethers could be confusing. My mom's dad was named RQ when he was born, just the letters. When he was drafted for WW2, the army insisted he have names for his initials so he became Robert Quinton. Harry S Truman was an officer in WW1 so the army didn't make him take a middle name.
I was named after my parents two favorite football stadiums. No. Not really. Just trying to work stadiums into this thread on familial naming rights.
My personal fav isn’t my family, but a neighbor growing up. It was a Junior/Senior situation but rather than call the dad John and some variety of that, they went with Big John and Little John. It got kinda funny when Little John got into powerlifting in high school and ended up being taller and more muscular than his dad, which is a feat considering Big John was 6’6” and easily 300lbs.
The essential thing was to at least have a real first name. Johnny Cash was born J. R. Cash, until he had to change to John R. Cash when he joined the Air Force. There's a branch of my family tree where the firstborn sons for something like seven generations, going back to the first one who came over from the old country, all have the same first name and a different middle name starting with A. All of them only went/go by the middle name.
I got you beat. Until my dad broke the chain, the same first name convention went back mostly unbroken to 1490 with the only change being a switch from a French spelling to English spelling in the 1600s when the King informed our family they would no longer be living in France.
I worked in an organization in college with a Leif. Who's father was named Erik. So he was literally Leif Erik's son.
I find the no middle name to be a not uncommon thing among middle aged and older white women in North Carolina. Back in the day, giving a girl a middle name was "pointless" to some as it was assumed she was just going use her maiden name as a middle name once she got married and took her husband's last name. My mother actually spent the three years she lived in North Carolina (early 80's) fighting with the state (unsuccessfully) to use her given middle name on her state documents - as she had been doing for the 20 years she had been married in Missouri and Kansas. North Carolina forced her to use her maiden name on all official documentation as her middle name. I don't think they do that anymore. My sister's first marriage was into a family where all the males had the given initials "J.D" and all the females were "D.J." - this was across multiple generations and branches of the family. I think the marriage was doomed where they named their daughters Kristina and Holly. As far as me, I share my middle name with my father and his father (which was my great-grandfather's first name), other than that naming in my family has been pretty straightforward. No Juniors, and passed on names usually go from first to middle or skip a generation - if I had had a daughter, I would've wanted to name her after my maternal grandmother. I was named after someone my dad had known - that I never met. Apparently he just liked the name.
There is a branch of my family tree (on a split from the late 1800s) where they had a terrible sense of humor. The family name was Knott, and the given names included Mabel, Wilbur, Otto, and another bad one that escapes me at the moment. (That's May Knott, Wil Knott, and Ott Knott for those trying to catch up). Kenneth. There's a Ken Knott, too. (well, was 100 years ago)
Another nice overhead shot from someone on Reddit, taken from the other direction. Really shows off how much in the middle of a neighbourhood the new stadium is...
The giant Dutch Lion in the seats doesn't help? It's Cincinnati, which I apparently can't spell. Thanks auto-spellcheck!
I have to say that is one of the best new stadiums in the league. Total beauty. I like the style of the crew better (also I am biased ), but this one is good.
To me, it's a fascinating contrast between the Cincy stadium and New Crew. Both are splendid but they are drastically different. Cincy built a 25,000 seat sports stadium, sort of a downsized (but modern and decidedly upscale) interpretation of a sports facility, full of amenities but with a unique feel. It's meant for the Cincy sports fan who will feel instantly at home and it looks like it will be a terrific place to watch a game. Possibly one of the best from day one. Columbus is building a jewel box, a boutique stadium meant to dazzle. Intimate, unique and intentionally loaded with wow factor. The two building represent cutting edge designs approached from different viewpoints. Both will elevate the experience but the experiences will be very different.