New Years is an odd holiday. I never quite understood why people would dress up, wear strange hats, sing outdated songs, and drink way to much celebrating having to purchase a new calendar. Oh sure I am as excited as the next guy to remove the cellophane from a new calendar and look at the 12 pictures that adorn each month. But after the first 10 or 15 seconds the calendar gets hung on the side of the refrigerator and forgotten. Well, that’s not exactly true. The calendar does get its fair amount of usage from January 1 through February 19 and October 3 through December 31 when I count down the days until pitchers and catchers report or lament how many days it has been since I was last at a baseball game. But overall the calendar is one of those, to paraphrase Ron Popeil, “set it and forget it” kind of things.


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It’s interesting how we as human beings have such a mental connection with certain events. You can ask anyone alive during the time that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor and they can tell you exactly where they were and what they were doing the moment they got the news. Similarly people who were alive in 1963 could tell you the exact moment they heard about the assignation of John F. Kennedy. And while these examples are times of tragedy there are others where people relate similarly to enjoyable or happy events. The point is that we connect with moments of time and they become part of the fabric of our lives.


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As the 1998 inaugural season for the Arizona Diamondbacks ended, the freshness of having Major League Baseball in Phoenix was still fresh on everyone’s minds. Despite having the sixth best record for an expansion team, much of the public still focused on the fact that the Diamondbacks had lost 97 games. Then General Partner Jerry Colangelo took a monumental risk and decided to change the long-term plan for the franchise and turn them into an immediate contender.


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It’s funny the things you remember from your childhood. There’s the first time you picked up a mitt and a bat, learning to ride a bicycle without training wheels, stealing a kiss from a girl and realizing girls really didn’t have cooties after all. Those were all great memories but there are some that are triggered that you stop to wonder why you ever even remembered that.


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The gang over at Fanatics recently reached out to me with a challenge. They have developed something they refer to as the Fan-O-Meter that can gauge what kind of fan you are. With baseball season once again upon us as we wait for Opening Day to arrive I thought it could be kind of interesting to see how I faired on the meter.

With a blog name like Diary of a Diehard there is a standard you have to live up to when calling yourself a fan so I took it as almost a moral imperative that I take the quiz and find out the magnitude of my fandom. After all, it would be pretty embarrassing if according to the Fan-O-Meter I was a zero or a one. I’d have to rename my blog, call a psychologist that treated illusions of grandeur, and most likely change all of my social media accounts to something like, Diary of a Pitiful Fan, which just doesn’t have the same ring to it.


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I started today much like I start everyday. I launched a browser window and entered dbacks.com in the address bar then navigated to the Job Opportunities page. Each morning I cross my fingers hoping that the Diamondbacks are looking for an Assistant to the Assistant of the Assistant to the President and CEO.

Like every other day I am crushed to find no such job opening listed. But today was a little different. Today there were actually jobs that would allow me to realize my dream of one day working in Major League Baseball.


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Happy National Chopsticks Day! It seems like only yesterday that we were celebrating Asian tableware and here we are again. Time seems to fly by when you are having fun scooping foreign cuisine out of a bowl with two pieces of wood.

I have to make a confession, I had no idea today was National Chopsticks Day. In fact, I didn’t even know that was a holiday until I received an email from Pei Wei this morning. I looked over the calendar and National Chopsticks Day didn’t seem to make it on the calendar I received from some unknown insurance guy.


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