I also often see, on the corner opposite the field, an old man who seems to be watching the practice. Used to be he would sit on his lawn in a lawn chair, or on his porch. Last few times, though, he was sitting on the biggest darn riding lawn mower (for a tiny lawn, I might add) I have ever seen. Parked, of course, for the best view.
I wonder, as I pass, if his interest is the practice, or the practicers.