Martin McGuinn, who took over as chief executive two years ago, is a lawyer by training and oblivious to banker's hours: He's gazing over Pittsburgh from his top-floor office by 5:30 every morning, when the three sprawling rivers below are still blackas the coal buried deep in the surrounding hills.
Located next to the convention center, the stadium would have doubled the mass and length of the huge bunker against the river already established by that "lump of blackcoal" -- as essayist Phillip Lopate described its dark bulk in his literary trip around the edges of Manhattan -- cutting off views and access with nearly a mile of hulking wall.