It originally had two wooden stands, and the balance of the field was surrounded by a canvas fence. You could get in three ways: crawl under the canvas (although you were in danger of being brained by irate attendants); find a ball that had been popped out of the park (you presented the ball to Sarge, an ancient guardian with a tin star that was suspiciously of crackerjack nature); or most unorthodox of all, pay your way. Li’l Bob Figg, a genial overweight from the city hall, announced the batteries of the day in a foghorn voice.

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