Some might say that the S kyDome was born under a bad sign. After the 1982 Grey Cup relayed to a television audiences embarrassing images of sullen Argos fans at Exhibition Stadium soaked to the bone from torrential rain, it became apparent that if we wanted to be a world class city, an enclosed sports stadium was urgently required.

The Argos might have lost the game that night, but Toronto`s image was the real loser. Enter Ontario Premier Bill Davis, who had been in attendance at the great Grey Cup wash out, and who was drowned out the following day during the Argos presser by universal cries of "We want a dome!"

Never one to let a good crisis go to waste, Davis expedited plans for an enclosed stadium to be built in Toronto, and a bump in the polls soon followed.

After several years of geographic uncertainty, it was finally decided to build a retracting dome stadium at the base of the CN Tower, at the time a near barren waste-land, but conveniently within close walking distance to the Union Station hub.

Construction began in October 1986 with EllisDon winning the lucrative lead contractor bid, and spearheaded by Chuck Magwood, president of the crown corporation formed to run the Dome.

"Before debt service, the project will throw off something like $30 million in the first full calendar year," he once said, famously.

Two and a bit years and $570 million dollars later, the newly christened SkyDome, designated such after a frenzied months long National contest, was ready to open to the public.

Sadly the EllisDon completion came a scant few months later than originally planned, resulting in the gigantic missed opportunity of kicking-off SkyDome activity with the Toronto Blue Jays 1989 home opener (it was held at the old and busted Ex Stadium, for shame).

To make up for this, Chuck Magwood and StadCo planned a gala, star-studded party-of-the-century to mark the epic launch of Toronto's, nay, Canada's dome - "The Opening of SkyDome: A Celebration"

Broadcast nationwide on the CBC, hyped for weeks in advance, and hosted by, ahem, Canadians Alan Thicke and Andrea Martin, "The Opening of SkyDome" was clearly one of those events which probably seemed like a great idea at the time.

It may even have looked good on paper, but it didn't translate into compelling television - unless you consider rubber necking an inglorious train wreck compelling.

In fact, it's a top tier contender for one of the most bizarre, frustratingly inept CBC broadcasts of all time, thanks to a potent cocktail of its own misguided hubris and poorly judged antics, and a deft bitch-slap from Mother Nature.

After the rousing WTF intro, the thud of Quebec impersonator André-Philippe Gagnon`s incomprehensible jokes, and a sleepwalking performance from Glass Tiger, Premier David Peterson finally rocked the mic with a laser pen to officially open the Dome.

The legend Oscar Peterson then hit the keys to soundtrack this poignant moment, which should have carried the emotional weight of the structure itself, but instead marked a segue into a gargantuan farce.

CBC host Brian Williams breathlessly reported that due to a lightning storm in the area, the Dome roof could not be fully opened, thus somewhat deflating the mood of the event, and actually its raison d'être.

You can only imagine the foul language flying around behind the scenes, as the decision to close or keep open the roof would not have been a light one. Never mind that Chuck Magwood, all smiles for the cameras, demanded that the roof be opened come hell or high water.

High water it was.

Poor Alan Thicke does his best to introduce the salute to those who built the Dome, but by this point the oncoming soak must have been giving broadcasters a migraine induced déjà vu of Grey Cup 1982.

Not even the much vaunted touchdown of SkyDome's kid friendly mascot Domer could raise a smile. The parade for Toronto's bright and shiny new toy was well and truly being rained on.

As if the patience of attendees had not been tested enough, the following song and dance number absolutely defied convention.

Dedicated to the people of Toronto, and ostensibly based upon our rich multicultural fabric, "We Are Toronto, That`s Why We Celebrate!" is just about the most cringe-worthy item to limp out of the sometimes taste challenged 1980s, and that`s saying something.

You can just about hear the feint sound of a million people changing the channel to watch something, anything else.

Smearing rock salt into an already festering wound, the onslaught of torturous light entertainment continued unabated.

Maestro and until-then flawless Toronto jingle chef Tommy Ambrose appeared to sing his specially composed for the occasion ditty, "Open up the Dome!" to which the few people remaining in the stands reportedly yelled back "Close the roof!"

At this point in the "celebration," it's hard to decide which is the most tragic sight: the aging local heroes being driven around and announced over the loud speaker in embarrassing rhyming lyrics or the few die-hard souls who probably paid out the nose for tickets.

Perhaps it was the faces of those young entertainers who had practiced day and night for moths preparing for this, the biggest show of their life, only to be dumped on by the unimpressed gods from above.

Karma, or divine intervention?

While scandal and cronyism ran rampant in the years before, and those which followed, and as more and more juicy stories leaked out about StadCo's business dealings, and the enormous financial wound SkyDome created, people mostly forgot about opening night.

Maybe the name change actually helped, or maybe people just blocked it out of their memories, like they would any other traumatic event.