Drayton Mc Lane Baseball Stadium at John H. Kobs Field

Drayton Mc Lane Baseball Stadium At John H. Kobs Field

Drayton McLane Baseball Stadium at John H. Kobs Field is a college baseball stadium in East Lansing, Michigan. It is the home field for the Michigan State University Spartans college baseball team. The stadium holds roughly 4,600 people and opened for baseball in 1925. The facility received a $4.3 million renovation in 2009. The field itself is named after former MSU baseball coach John Kobs, and the stadium facility is named after former Houston Astros owner and Michigan State alumni Drayton McLane Jr., whose donation allowed for the construction of the new facility.

The first official game in the newly renovated stadium was played on April 4, 2009. Spartan pitcher Nolan Moody threw a no-hitter against Northwestern University. It marked MSU's first no-hitter in 16 years.

The numbers of two former players have been retired by the Spartans and hang on the right field fence: No. 36 Robin Roberts and No. 30 Kirk Gibson, which will be added in 2012. Also retired is number 25, worn by coach John Kobs and number 1 worn by coach Danny Litwhiler.

Prior to the baseball team's usage of the stadium, the football team used it from 1902 to 1923 before Spartan Stadium was opened.

High school and amateur baseball games also take place at Kobs Field. It was the largest baseball stadium in the Lansing area until the completion of Oldsmobile Park.

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