Monday, March 5, 2012

The God of the City, and Baseball

My dad and Chuck, his buddy from work, bought tickets to the first game played by the Pittsburgh Pirates at Three Rivers Stadium, held on July 16, 1970. Back in the days before computers, email, and smartphones--when dinosaurs still roamed the earth--my dad ordered the tickets, paying by paper check through the mail. I remember Dad coming home from work day after day, looking for his tickets in the mail. Disappointed, he'd have to phone Chuck to tell him they’d not yet been delivered. The tickets finally arrived in the afternoon mail on game day, too late for Dad and his friend to make the drive to Pittsburgh and attend the historic home opener.

For years, that unused ticket remained clipped to an old calendar which hung in the basement stairwell of my childhood home.

When I learned, several years ago, that Three Rivers Stadium was going to be demolished in order to build a new ballpark for the Pirates, I felt as though I was losing an old friend. I’d sat in the stands of that stadium for a number of games, sometimes with the youth group from my church; oftentimes with my dad and other family members.

I remember my mom bringing a picnic basket to the stadium, filled with Faygo Pop and  with cold Shake-and-Bake chicken she’d made the night before and wrapped in foil. Before coolers and backpacks were considered security threats at major sporting events, fans used to be allowed to bring outside food to games. Shake-and-Bake chicken never tasted so good as it did that summer afternoon while waiting for Willie Stargell and company to win one for the hometown crowd.

As a child, Three Rivers Stadium represented Dad and baseball; summer, foil-wrapped chicken, and everything good. I had no idea the ballpark was considered an ugly stadium, one plopped down onto a piece of land in Pittsburgh with little thought given to urban planning or how its location would affect those in the surrounding neighborhoods.

During the course of this year's Jubilee Conference I had the privilege of hearing David Greusel, the architect who designed PNC Park, describe the process he used in building a new home for the Pirate franchise. He spoke of walking the streets of Pittsburgh, taking in the city’s architecture, and getting a feel for the neighborhoods. He said he studied old photographs of Forbes Field, the ballpark which pre-dated Three Rivers Stadium, and incorporated design elements which reflected the history of the ball club. Greusel stood at ground level at the site of the new stadium, imagining the view fans would have of the city while watching the Pirates.

ESPNcolumnist Jim Caple described the stadium Greusel built in this way:

Frank Lloyd Wright designed his masterpiece, Falling Water, as a retreat-in-the-woods a couple hours outside Pittsburgh for department store owner Edgar Kauffman. Cantilevered over a waterfall, the home is both completely modern and thoroughly romantic, interacting harmoniously with the landscape by merging modern building materials with the natural elements surrounding it.

Falling Water is regarded as the perfect blend of art, architecture and environment.

Or at least it was until PNC Park opened.

Greusel described his work on PNC Park as a gift of love, reflecting his love for God and for the city of Pittsburgh. Having taken a wrong exit on my way to the conference, I found myself driving past PNC Park and through the neighborhood which surrounds it. The streets are clean and walkable; businesses surrounding the stadium are open and appear to be thriving. On game days, I'm told, those streets through which I drove take on the atmosphere of a community street fair.

I wish my dad had lived to see it.

There is no large banner draped from PNC Park which quotes the gospel message of John 3:16. Patrons of Pirate ballgames may or may not ever experience a life-transforming encounter with Jesus. But David Greusel designed a stadium which bears witness to a living God who cares about things like art, architecture, economics, and beauty. Greusel’s work reflects his faith in a God who is concerned about the welfare of the city, One who extends common grace to all.

The good folks of the CCO, sponsors of the Jubilee Conference, produced this video of David Greusel talking about how he connects his faith with his calling as an architect:

David Greusel - The Lie & The Love from Jubilee on Vimeo.


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33 comments:

Angie said...

I love hearing stories about how people connect their faith with their careers. As a nurse, it's not usually difficult for me. God had called me to care for people and comfort them in stressful situations. I've been off work for health reasons for almost a year now, though, and it's been hard trying to discover what God wants me to be doing NOW. Thanks for sharing a great post!

Sheila Seiler Lagrand said...

Picnic baskets and chicken wrapped in foil....I remember too! We spent many a day at the stadium when I was a girl. But in my family it was my mother who was the baseball nut.

Love this story. I'm sure your dad would, too.

Patricia W Hunter said...

Wonderful, wonderful post, Nancy. And thank you so much for sharing that video. It was so, so inspiring and encouraging. I love to hear stories like his.

And don't you just love that it's baseball season once again? =) Do you still go to games?

Nancy Franson said...

It's been years since I've been to a game. My daughter married recently and is now living in Pittsburgh. She went to a game at PNC Park when the Red Sox were in town. Having grown up in New England, she said she couldn't believe she had to move to Pittsburgh to see a Red Sox game. I said that's because Pirate tickets are about $18, and Red Sox tickets are about $118! Just another reason to love PNC Park and the Pirates!

Joe Jez said...

Wow I love everything about this piece....!!!!! Big fan of slower speed to information travel...picnics at venues, baseball and Willie Stargell, urban area revival, Pittsburgh itself as such a friendly city made up of small town peeps, church youth group trips, shake and bake, and organic architecture that is God inspired..creativity that heightens the souls awareness of all that is good when we all gather in peace..well relatively speaking...competition does bring out some of the not so godly sides to us humans..I must go see the Indians play if it is interleague play..and as to Jubilee, it is on my list! Thanks for sharing Nancy..Joe

Simply Darlene said...

You did a bang-up job in weaving history, education, and enlightenment into this piece. Thank you.

Blessings.

Jean Wise said...

Love how these two stories came together: the old park and the new park. We too are loyal Cincinnati Reds fans - I went into labor for my first born while watching a game at the old Riverfront stadium - now that is a long story - ha! My hubby used to want to see all the stadiums until they kept building new ones and we couldn't keep up. PNC field though is on our list though. We want to combine a trip there and to Kennywood one summer. Great post today, Nancy!

Nancy Franson said...

I love these kinds of stories, too. Thanks for stopping by, Angie. Blessings in your journey.

Nancy Franson said...

My dad's been gone for almost twenty years now, but I think my mom still tunes into the Pirate games.

Laura Boggess said...

Isn't that something? I wish I had gotten to hear that talk, Nancy. Sounds like a good one. I saw U2 at Three Rivers, so it will always be special in my memory. Thank you for sharing these sweet stories of your memories too. A gift of love...

Nancy Franson said...

Thanks for stopping by, Joe! I was really hoping you'd drop by Jubilee this year. Maybe next year?

Nancy Franson said...

Thank you, Darlene. Any day I've done a bang-up job at anything is a good day in my book!

Nancy Franson said...

If you're Reds fans, you must be fans of Skyline Chili, too. Or is that how you ended up going into labor during a game? ;)

I'm thinking I need to go visit my daughter in Pittsburgh this summer and take in a game.

Your 2-Headed Brother said...

I still have the unused ticket.

Nancy Franson said...

I assumed you did. I'm glad.

Alicia Bruxvoort said...

My boys love baseball and I love the picture of the three of them packed in a stadium cheering on their favorite team. And I love your story of baseball can be a simple testimony to the One who makes my life a BALL!!

Nancy Franson said...

I found myself deeply moved by his talk of his love for the city and respect for the team's history. I knew my response was somehow connected to my dad, so I've been mulling this piece since then.

Nancy Franson said...

There is something about sitting together with family in a ballpark that just seems right. Thanks so much for stopping by, Alicia. Blessings.

Jean Wise said...

This post has given both of us spring fever or at least baseball fever. Yes, yes love Skyline Chili. mmmmmm.

Amy @ themessymiddle said...

When Mile High Stadium was torn down several years ago in Denver and replaced by something named after a company ... well, it's still Mile High to us. I miss the old stadium. Thanks for the memories! Amy

pastordt said...

THIS IS FABULOUS, Nancy. LOVE every word and love that video, too. Right on, preach it, YES.

Janie Fox said...

Loved this story. Shake and Bake chicken I remember so well. We took it to the fair and ate at our car. Remember Shake-a -Pudding. I was just telling my girls about it. I thought it was the bomb.

Nancy Franson said...

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Rochelle said...

what awesome memories!

Ramona said...

How neat! I'm not that much of a sports person, but now I want to go see it myself! Thanks for sharing. :-)

happygirl said...

Thank you for sharing this story. You tell it so well. I've been to Falling Water and it is a haven in the woods. I'll have to visit this stadium the next time I'm in Pittsburgh.

Nancy Franson said...

Thanks Happy Girl. You're such an encourager!

Nancy Franson said...

I had forgotten about Shake-a-Pudding. Some really odd food products were introduced during the years of our childhood, don't you think? Some were terribly unfortunate. Do you remember peanut butter with bacon bits in the jar?

Nancy Franson said...

And...let me guess...you're a Tim Tebow fan, right? :)

Ashley Wells said...

That is a very neat story! Thank you for sharing today!

Lisa notes said...

Too bad your dad didn't get to use the tickets. But how neat that he kept them for so long. That probably became a memory in itself!

Denise J. Hughes said...

I love this story. It reminds me of going to 49er games at Candlestick park as a kid with my dad and my brothers. I didn't realize it was consider an "ugly" park back then. Such fun memories were made there. I understand what you mean. :)

Mary Bonner said...

My husband was born & raised in Pittsburgh. He tells great stories of going to Three Rivers Stadium....I saw it, but never attended a game there.

Nancy, you are a great storyteller. Thank you for sharing your talents.

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