I'm all if favor of outdoor stadiums for baseball, but football in the Twin Cities, not so much. Some of my best childhood memories are going to the games with my dad at the Met and watching Fran run for his life. We froze our butts off. I'm not sure if Fran scrambled so much because the Vikes didn't have an offensive line, or just to keep warm. It was unbelievably cold. I can't comment on the lighting. I was ten in 1961. Now I live in North Carolina, and occasionally take my son to see the Panthers play. It's much warmer than Minnesota. BTW, I think Sir Francis spends a lot of his time sending out spam to promote his various business ventures.