I’ve been to at least one festival every weekend this summer
since Memorial Day with no sign of stopping straight through August and
potentially September. Jazz and blues, Kellish Hill Farms, Big Splash, Sterling
Stage, Balloonfest and possible trips down to Pennsylvania and Virginia for
more are all on the list. Each have their charms and I walk out of most fests
feeling satisfied and either soggy from rain or fried from sunburn. But this
weekend’s Super Ball IX at Watkins Glen International wasn’t just another
festival on the list. This weekend was an event, a marathon, or most
accurately, an experience that will resonate with all the phaithful phans that
saw the weekend through, with terrible tan lines to prove it.


















