If my name was on the stadium and I had a box, hellbasically he built the stadium, I would walk in like I owned the joint no matter what. Batting practice, fielding practice, doesnt matter. My dad lost the state championship at Dudy Nobel(I think that was the game),his coach lined them up on the foul line and was going to run them after the game, and Polk came out and said, " sorry for your loss, but get the hell off my field." That feeling of "his field" doesnt go away.
ETA: When you get on the computer tomorrow dad, feel free to correct the story if i messed it up