I moved to Tucson in Y2K. The following year was the first time in my life that I followed a single major league team closely throughout a season. That season ended with triumph (jump to 2:36:00 to see the culmination): a bloop single off Mariano Rivera; Luis Gonzalez jumping jubilantly, arms in the air; me jumping out of my chair, dancing around my living room; the Missus wondering if I'd lost my mind. Perhaps I had.
I've been a Snakes fan ever since. I thought the fandom would fade when I returned to the Heart of Dixie in '04, but it hasn't. I can't watch or listen to every game live any more, since those West Coast games end way past my bedtime, but thanks to MLB.com I can see some games the next day, and for those games I just don't have time for, I can catch all the highlights. I thought it would suffice to just keep up with the team by reading box scores, but instead I've been able to keep living and breathing Sedona Red.
And thanks to the blogging community I can trade for all the DBacks I desire. And that's, well, all of them. I'd like to get one card of every player that has ever played for the team. Eventually I'd like one from each DBack from each year. This is an almost trivial goal compared to some of your pursuits out there, who follow teams with a longer history. One of every Met? Doable, but tough. One of every Dodger? Are you kidding me? One of every Yankee? Fuhgeddaboutit.
I also like to, how to put it?, use the baseball cards I own. I pin them to corkboard with thumbtacks. I carry one or two in my wallet. I use them as bookmarks. I write notes on the backs. Or on the fronts. I plan to completely wallpaper a room with them (haven't told the Missus that one yet, so the plan is still tentative). Those of you with weak stomachs who think that baseball cards are meant to be seen and not touched might want to look away from time to time. I'll start you off with an easy one:
More to come soon.
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