It’s midday at Citizens Bank Park. A wayward tour group of children bantering and cartwheeling outside the souvenir shop is rounded up by chaperones and herded back onto a bus. A family of tourists pausing to gaze up at the structure that its favorite team calls home is hurried along by an impatient teenage sibling.
There is nowhere near the cacophony of fans, sports, and peanut vendors that fills the air here at game time as Matt Stoltz arrives on his bicycle with sleepy eyes, intense tan lines, and a patch of poison ivy battling for dominance on his lower right leg.