Nebraska Cornhuskers Baseball - Hawks Field

Hawks Field

From 1979 through 2001, the Cornhuskers played at Buck Beltzer Stadium where they went 527–137. On July 30, 1999 the university announced plans for Haymarket Park which includes Hawks Field, and a softball field. Hawks Field is named for one of the primary donor families that contributed to the construction of the baseball stadium and Haymarket Park is named because of its location in Lincoln's historic Haymarket District. The program is in its 12th year at Hawks Field in 2013 and are 251-88-1 (.740) since opening the park on March 5, 2002 with a 23-1 win over Nebraska-Kearney. Nebraska is 12-0 all-time in home openers at Hawks Field continuing their streak of 35 home openers dating back to the 1979 season.

Hawks Field is arguably the finest ballpark in college baseball. Its capacity is 8,500 with 4,500 seats and berms in the outfield. It also has a playground down the right field line. Hawks field is the first collegiate venue to use the SubAir system which can heat and cool the field year round. It was selected as the best playing surface in each of its six years of existence. In November 2007, Hawks Field won the Baseball Field of the Year Award in the College/University division by the Sports Turf Managers Association (STMA) for the second time. The field earned its first honor in 2003 and is the only college park in the country to win twice. The Huskers have been in the top 25 for average attendance every year since the move to the field.

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