Diary of a Diehard
Just a guy from Section 215 Row 1 Seat 5
“Baseball isn’t life, it’s more important than that.”
My Blog
The literary stylings of a diehard baseball fan.
My Website
A baseball site dedicated to the Arizona Diamondbacks
Off Season
Even when there is no baseball, there are still things to write.
Spring Training
Spring is provides eternal optimism for baseball fans.
Regular Season
All your hopes and dreams captured in 162 contests.
Post Season
There is nothing quite as exciting as playoff baseball.
What Is Diary of a Diehard?
Diary of a Diehard is a way for me to express my deep love for the game of baseball and how even the most minute details can somehow have a bearing on your life if looked at from the proper perspective. There are so many life lessons that can be taught from the game we played when we were kids.
Who Am I Writing For?
This started out as almost a therapeutic exercise where I could write about life in the context of baseball. It was self-healing for me and I am sharing it with each of you to hopefully bring a little joy and a couple of laughs at what life is like as a diehard baseball fan.
What Do the Scouts Say?
Scouts are the lifeblood of baseball. Their tireless work ethic provides a pipeline of players who will impact the game today and in the future. But a scout is only as good as the data that they gather on a player. To make sure that the data collected is consistent across the organization, scouts use a grading system evaluating players on an 20-80 scale: 20-30 is well below average, 40 is below average, 50 is average, 60 is above average and 70-80 is well above average. A future overall grade of 65 or better is a player who could develop into an impact player at the Major League level or a perennial all-star. If we use a similar scale for writing, what would the scouts grade be for the writers of Diary of a Diehard?
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- Fielding
- Throwing
About Me
I have always loved baseball, as long as I can remember. The first piece of sports equipment I ever owned was a mitt. This was quickly followed by a ball and bat. The smell of a freshly oiled leather baseball glove, the sight of a newly chalked batter’s box, the feel of an outfield of freshly cut grass; these are the memories of my childhood that remain with me even today. As I think back to when I was young, my earliest recollections are somehow connected to the great game of baseball.
At the age of 3, I began playing baseball. Growing up in Idaho, there were relatively few sporting goods stores that carried left-handed baseball equipment. I started using a right-handed mitt placed backwards on my right hand until a glove could be special ordered.
A few comments from the fans…
“WOW! Great story of dedication and determination. Thanks for sharing“
“I enjoy reading your posts. The most informative posts were the ones where you explained to the readers your experiences… Thanks.“
“Amazing entry. Seriously. It was great meeting you at the Cave, and I love your thoughtful (and yes, funny) account of how it all went down.“