Oh she's a beauty at number 9, it's Cannon Field. Though this may only be significant to some, the significance goes without saying. It is embedded in the roots of the high school glory days of all who have stepped onto its grass. We've seen it as a frozen tundra swallowing the pride of the losers and befriending the winners. We've seen it as a "Field of Dreams" where knucklers and homers are ripped into the tall trees that enclose the field. The place remains near and dear to my heart and has been coated with my tears of joy and tears of pain. It's a gridiron, its a diamond, it's Cannon Field.
Ladies and gentlemen, the man who the field is named after, Mr. Patch Cannon everybody.
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