PHN- I’m convinced the Bridgestone Arena is using the PA to amp crowd noise. Facts–the arena plays warm-up and in-game music at 110-112dbs, as measured by my own device. At the height of the crowd mania in Game 4, I believe my radio trained ears heard the pops and cracks of over-modulation. Lastly, the sound levels are never shown in the arena, unlike every other arena in which I’ve covered games.
Why would the “record holder” not show the sound level? The loudest the sound meter (on my iPhone) hit was about 114dbs. 114 is a great number and the crowd is engaged for a full 60 minutes. People don’t leave 10 minutes early to hit the bars or beat traffic.
However, I believe I call “bunk” on the 130dbs claim, at least achieved organically. However, the Predators are welcome to prove it.
As I was reading this conspiracy theory that is backed by one paranoid reporter's "radio trained ears" and the "research" done by his very own iPhone I really wanted to react angrily. After all, Dan Kingerski isn't the first Pittsburgh affiliate to try to downplay what the city of Nashville and Predators fans have created in terms of atmosphere, and the viewpoint that it's not all that awesome is completely counterproductive to the growth of a sport that really needs the stick pulled out of it's self important ass.
Unfortunately, I simply couldn't stop laughing long enough to get worked up. Seriously, paint this picture in your head. A grown fucking man - who was in desperate need of a tin foil cap - sitting in a press box with a distressed look on his face as if he were attempting to uncover the secrets of the Watergate Scandal while steadily holding his smart phone speaker out over the raucous crowd. Close your eyes and imagine the maniacal smile that came across his face as his prophecy became self fulfilled via an app that is relatively useless in everyday life if you aren't trying to out an entire city as being slightly less rowdy than they appear. If that mental image doesn't have you in stitches then you are probably damn near crazy enough to be attentively listening for "the cracks and pops of over-modulation" during a Stanley Cup Finals game. Honestly, I would pity that level of psychosis if I wasn't in absolute hysterics just thinking about it.