Its my home my family,my friend. Where the grass grows pistachio green. Where I hope to have career, a long term goal to fulfill my dreams. A place were tears are shed of joy, sorrow, and pain. A place with a distinctive screech of the new metal spikes. Dirty as the dirty 30's, a place with stains, seeds, and hot dogs. A place where the clang of the bat tells everything. This if home to me.