As our nation prepares to celebrate our Independence Day, baseball stadiums are empty, our “national pastime” a victim of the pandemic. But the game is starting up again for an abbreviated season, with workouts scheduled to begin today.
And when (or if) games are played, they will be without fans in the stands.
Enter Chip Messenger, a forty-five-year-old financial planner who is about to become the most popular baseball fan in Southern California. He leases a private condominium in the Legend, a luxury building in downtown San Diego. His private balcony on the fifteenth floor provides a clear view into Petco Park, the home of the Padres.
As a result, he is one of the few people in America who will actually be able to see live Major League Baseball this year in person rather than on television. He plans to share his good fortune, saying that he’ll open his balcony to other Padres fans (with appropriate health-related precautions).
“I’m holding the winning hand right here,” Mr. Messenger said. “I’m sure I’ll make some new friends.”
The necessity of firsthand experience
I first began attending baseball games as a young boy in Houston. My dad bought tickets for my brother and me to attend games in the Houston Astrodome. They were in the upper section of the upper section. The players looked like ants running around on a green carpet. But there is nothing like being at a ball game in person.
Chip Messenger’s balcony serves as a parable, illustrating the fact that firsthand experience is essential to understanding relational truth.
I can do my best to explain what it is like to be married or to be a father, but so much of the joy of both cannot be communicated in words. The same is true with our Father: he wants an…