The summer of 1998. We are holding trophies for winning the Hemlock Tournament. We beat a tream from Midland that wore red and yellow uniforms. In this picture is Aaron Coty, Corey Garstecki, and myself. (L-R).

Growing up, I was always obsessed with coming to this park. During the summer, even when no games or practices were scheduled for my Baseball teams, I begged my mom to take us up to the park. I had an old drywall-mud bucket full of baseballs that I had collected over the years, and would hold batting practice for hours, sometimes by myself if I couldn't convince Gabriel to play with me.

The trees behind the outfield fence nearly covered the entire perimeter of the park, and I would frequently delve into the brush looking for homerun balls that I could take home and keep for myself. Many times I would find at least 3 or 4 in one 10 minute search. At that time, baseballs might as well have been $50 bills.