Bear with me for a moment. By now, you all likely know that the MLB is like 90% Vanderbilt pitchers right now (citation below).
You also know our fanbase has the expendable income and devil-may-care attitude to turn October at The Hawk into a fantasy baseball camp the likes of which have not been seen since Cosmo Kramer punched Mickey Mantle in the face. What we have lacked—until now, that is—is the tiniest shred of evidence that Corbin and Co will let us live out our beer soaked baseball dreams on the field he cares about so much, he caters to the grass like a dedicated bonsai gardener (*that it has long been artificial turf makes this dedication all the more impressive).