This serves as the sixth post in my fourth season of a series called “Down on the Farm” that chronicles visits to various baseball parks throughout the 2014 campaign. (All prior editions can be accessed here.)
As the baseball world observes Minnesota’s love affair with the sport this week, I continued my trip to amateur yards around the North Star State.
Franklin Rogers Park is nearly a half-century old, lies in a nondescript area around a strip mall and apartment buildings in southern Minnesota, but “The Frank” is also intimate, clean and friendly. My Mankato MoonDogs experience was an afternoon affair joined by dozens of summer camps, so the attendance and noise level were significantly bumped up a notch.