I told the Astros franchise that the huge mound in center field was the worst field design ever. I complain about it anytime some wealthy CF has to make a play running up the hill–yet without it, we don’t have moments like this.
When you’ve been to as many baseball games as I, your conversation will sometimes turn to the absurd, or the magic “if.” For example, the last time I was at Dodger Stadium I was having a discussion with some friends: “If you were to rush the field, and make a run, how long do you think you could make it before getting tazed?” “How would you try to escape?”
I’ve always been of the mind that the center field wall is the place of escape based on the lack of security. Behind most center field fences in modern era parks, the grounds crew stores equipment–stuff like that. It would be the best way to get lost inside the stadium and find your way back into the public realm through a stairwell or a park exit.
Combine that train of thought with the spirit of a free runner, and put him in Minute Maid Park in Houston. Instant accessibility to escapability. (Yeah, that’s not a word. But feel free to use it.)