Centennial Field

commentary by Mitch Englert

Centennial Field was more than a baseball stadium. It was an experience: walk the wall surrounding the huge field without falling off; run the winos from under the grandstands so they wouldn’t disrupt the game; root for the live bats at night games as they dive bombed the opposing team’s center fielder; lean back on the wooden bleachers and devour the world’s largest hamburger from Thompson’s Hamburgers just down South Monroe Street. It’s where the game of life was played with few rules and no scorebooks — a field of memories.