Bullpens. The Domain of the Hipster.

Visitor's bullpen circa 2005.
If you dressed well that means you'll play well.
(This dress code is still strictly enforced).

The chance to build a Rube Goldberg machine
brings out the inner-engineers in every bullpen.
These boys just launched a rabbit into the "FunZone"!

Baseball bullpens have forever been the domain of the Bohemian element in the game.  The visitor's bullpen at Sky Sox Stadium takes this groove to a whole new level. This ball yard haunt where hipsters, artists and general layabouts can let down their hair and shout to the world, "I am me! I like me! I really, really like me!" Well, good on you freak. Someone has to keep on liking you.

Tiny cap = HIPSTER.

Bullpen life is full of PBR, 

Cool brand cigarettes 

and talking about things 

that you probably haven't heard of.

In the past, the boys in the bullpen would earn a few extra dollars boxing and grappling   to amused throngs of hometown fans and greedy bookies.

Taking a well deserved rest after a couple of rounds of fisticuffs.

Today's ballplayers are not allowed to sit on the ground, 

"too unprofessional" according to the umpires 

(and Ferdie Pacheco, the Fight Doctor).

Let's keep it 'professional'!

...Parade floats and marching are also banned...

...But, for some reason, this is not only allowed, 

but encouraged by the men in blue.