“And to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one.”
— 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12
The Metrodome was nearly empty, but felt mostly full, the hundreds of people there were hundreds more than Ron Matz was expecting. The stadium soundtrack was stuck on repeat — the pop of the catcher’s mitt seguing into the increasingly exciting quiet between his son’s pitches, unleashing ever-growing hints of what would come.
A few days prior, Steven Matz was in South Windsor, Conn.