Stanford University: Friday (6)

This is a real baseball stadium. I stared in amazement at the field surrounded be stadium seating. The furthest point in center field labeled the wall as 400'. 400 feet?!? The green grass looked to be freshly manicured and well taken care of. Our school had a nice field too, but our grass was nowhere near as green. And the stadium seating surrounding the field really made me feel small.

There were rows and rows behind both dugouts and home plate. The only similarity I could find was there were no seating in the outfield. Here, beyond their outfield wall stood so many trees, it looked like a forest. If someone hits a home run, they must not get the ball back.

"How amazing!" Noah finally spoke up.

I nodded in agreement.

He looked up at Nick. "Can we go out there? Please?" No longer the rebellious teen, Noah looked more like an obedient puppy, wagging his tail with excitement.