One of my fondest memories of growing up in OKC was running wild on the green hill at All Sports Stadium, and—whether it was during an 89ers game or a Big 8 Baseball Tournament match—joining a hundred other kids in a chaotic mosh pit every time a foul ball came our way.
If you never got to experience it, you missed out.
It was like an all-ages, gender-neutral demolition derby—a knock-down, slobberknocker, JR-worthy brawl where teens squared off against wild packs of adolescents and fearless grade schoolers, all for one treasured baseball.