Behind the Blue Monster

As the sun begins to set, the fading light wraps the city’s skyline in shadow. The moon appears, the stars blink above center field, and Chris Ivy takes it all in from the best seat in the house, his elevated cocoon of wood and steel behind left-center field. “It’s a gift that no one knows about,” he tells me. “I get to see the sun set.” Chris has embraced this gift for 19 years while…

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