Clark Mularz Memorial Field

I’ve been to dozens of fields, scores even. And to this day no grassy plain has quite equaled the Clark Mularz Memorial Field. It’s lush, welcoming and just a touch bold. 10/10 club.

Lowest quality pirate outfits I ever saw. Everyone just looked like tired frisbee players. They all smelled awful. Told no outside snacks allowed, but the snack bar was closed. Worst experience of my life. I did sometimes feel like I could still feel the spirit of Clark Mularz hovering, which was very comforting for me as his grandguy. Great club.

Truly the worst field I have been to in the last 43 weeks. Not only was the grass green, but it was raining outside. I don’t know about you but I don’t like being on fields when it rains. Furthermore, there were a bunch of hooligans playing frisbee while I was trying to enjoy my stay.

The Mularz, a clan as old as time, feared by men, revered by kings, marked their farthest expansion into the New World by felling many a tree into what we now know and love as this field. Clark, son of Mark, gave his life for his people after stumbling onto thine own cleaver, forever soaking the earth in his mortal blood. From the ashes and flesh grew something stronger, larger, and greener than anything Clark could have imagined. This magnificent field is a testament to the thiccest piggies to ever graze the land

Upon arrival, I was immediately captivated by this one man eating an ungodly amount of ice cream with a massive behind and a beautiful mustache. I suspect this was the same man referenced in the other reviews, as he was cradling a frisbee in such a way that it would catch the melting drops from his cone. I met a friend for life today. Five stars.

A hidden gem nestled next to the iconic Lake George Sand/Gravel pit. If you're looking for a good time then say "it's a pirate's life for me" at the door next to the "No Dogs Allowed" sign.

I had a great experience and I loved everybody’s costume. The night club was an A+ experience.

When first arriving it was just a single man in an empty field playing with a frisbee but after watching him play I learned the true meaning of friendship and heartbreak all at once

Great club, but I hated Clark Mularz. This club should be renamed to the mark cularz memorial field

A place where I found love, joy, and the long-lost cleaver knife. Would recommend.

The smell of rotting bodies really put my mind at ease when visiting. Would definitely go again!

field too large and wide in which to roam, triggers violent existential dread as the ghost of young mularz circles ominously overhead

This place has the best Gar show in town… it’s a shame that no one knows where it is.

Touching memorial. It was almost like Clark was right here with us.

I loved the pirate costumes!

Found a beautiful corpse, never had a better time

Outstanding memorial. Glad I died

Good field! Terrible snack bar

I was intrigued by the reviews of the Clark Mularz Memorial Field, so I decided to pay it a visit. Upon my arrival to the location I soon realized the afore mentioned reviews were spot on. As it was already evening I elected to take a brisk walk. Despite my sense of foreboding I walked the entire perimeter. At the farthest reaches of the field I came across a frisbee, partially frozen in the ground. As I reached to wrest it from its current location I heard footsteps running toward me. I could not see the being that was headed for me and did not waste time looking. I ran. It goes without saying I will not return.

Terrible field, would not recommend. Some guy throwing a frisbee there too often.