Alex Box Stadium - Compared To The Original Alex Box

Compared To The Original Alex Box

The following table compares features of the old Alex Box Stadium with the present venue.

Original Alex Box New Alex Box
7,760 Seating 10,326
2,800 Grandstand (under roof) 3,896
0 Suite 464
4,522 Bleachers 5,966
2,000 sq ft (190 m2). Restrooms 9,274 sq ft (861.6 m2).
2,200 sq ft (200 m2). Concessions 5,000 sq ft (460 m2).
N/A Arcade 500 sq. ft.
N/A Suites 8,588 sq ft (797.9 m2).
N/A Club Lounge 1,800 sq ft (170 m2).
3,000 sq ft (280 m2). Team Area 9,380 sq ft (871 m2).
250 sq ft (23 m2). Press Area 2,000 sq ft (190 m2).
N/A Hall of Fame 1,900 sq ft (180 m2).

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