Arizona Diamondbacks

When the Diamondbacks won the World Series in 2001, I had something wrong with me. I'm pretty sure that it was just me being young and extremely annoying as young ones are. But, I just could not bring myself to agree with my mom and like the Suns or the Diamondbacks. And for that lame reason alone, I was unhappy about the vibe and the excitement that surrounded me. And the consequences have followed, all I can remember is B. Kim giving up a bunch of late game homeruns and Luis Gonzalez driving in the last run of the MLB season. That was the Arizona Diamondbacks 4th year of existence.

Since then, I have matured and begun to take notice that the sports in the Valley of the Sun is of the same, if not better, quality as anywhere else in the country and southern Canada. I started to watch the Diamondbacks play almost everyday during the summer. I even watched during 2004 when Randy Johnson was going out and kicking trash every five days and even throwing a perfect game against the Braves (pictured) were the only highlights. The Diamondbacks spent a lot of money and got a ring out of it. However, they also had to pay up 3 or 4 terrible years in trying to regroup and rebuild.

However, starting with last season, the Diamondbacks found a new light. They got a new play-by-play commentator for TV. They got a couple of new pitchers. And they brought up a boatload of rookies. This rookie team took off. They were streaky, as expected. But they wound up with the best record in the National League. They were new and exciting and everybody loved them. Even though the Diamondbacks ended up getting swept in the NLCS, everything was still looking optomistic.

As this season rolled around, the Diamondbacks soon became one of baseball's elite teams. However, one must remember that they are still a very young team. They still are learning everyday. As they are currently mired in an offensive slump, they need our support more than ever. They need people going out to the ballgame and cheering them on. So, I guess the moral of the story is: Get out to the ballgame, folks. Go and enjoy an afternoon or evening of good ol' baseball.