I used to go to minor league baseball games here all the time as a kid with my dad and siblings and friends. Tickets were cheap and there was a playground/dirt-clod clay pit so everyone had something to do while the game was going on. I imagine my dad enjoyed the actual game, while friends and I would run around the stadium doing kid things.
I have a lot of stories from this field, but I’ll spare everyone for the sake of brevity. Quite a few life lessons were learned here, I can say that much. Also, Jack Kerouac used to sit in the same area of the field that we often occupied, the bleachers over by 3rd base, in the 1960’s to watch minor league teams as well. I didn’t learn that until a few years ago, but it kind of caramelizes the memories.
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