WRITTEN BY DYLAN SAVAGEAU Few places feel more like summer in Portland than Hadlock Field on a warm evening. Kids lean over the railings during batting practice, hoping for a tossed baseball. The smell of ballpark food drifts through the concourse. Groups of friends settle into their seats with cold drinks while Slugger launches another round of chaos between innings. By the time the first pitch arrives, the place already feels alive. That’s par…