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Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Happy Saturday to all in the baseball world. Today is not just extra special because Spring Training is in full swing, but it’s the last day of February. We’ve survived it. The most dreadful, empty, bad weather, grey month on the calendar and after today it’s over.

In a few weeks it will be March Madness, and not long after that Wrestlemania, and then the main event; Major League Opening Day.

In between to keep our appetites wet will be some fantasy baseball draft and spring training games, names in box scores we don’t recognize, and a few key storylines that let us know what early direction the 2015 will be headed.

For now, enjoy your Saturday. We’ve almost made it! Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Here’s another classic song from the 80’s, I’ve actually heard these guys perform after a Reds game. The don’t make them like they used to folks.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Today I’m up early because I’ve had a nightmare I have more often than any other. It’s always the same dream. It usually happens this time of year.

It’s approaching spring. I’ve got my glove and my new bat ready to go in my bat bag; and I’m at the high school. Inside behind those locked doors are the same group of guys I grew up playing with (I assume we’re headed into our senior year). Like a cruel joke, I’m locked out of open gym and the batting cages. They’re existing indoors without me, starting a new season. My teammates are making throws and getting their arms sore; and the train is moving on from the station without the guy who loves it most. My baseball coach Jeff Riley is somehow always unreachable for me in this nightmare. I cannot let him know that I will be playing baseball this year – that I’ll be “trying out” – I am going to miss baseball season and it’s going to happen without me getting to play. This is the most horrifying nightmare I usually encounter in my life.

Today’s house of horrors dream was worse than usual. Not only did I miss tryouts completely, but by the time things got sorted out and I made it to school grounds my team was playing their opening game. I show up to a new field that was not our home park, and they’re christening the newly constructed glossy thing without me being in left field. ‘Those rotten bastards’ I think to myself. Didn’t anyone wonder where I was? I had always taken a lot of pride in being a good teammate. The best teammate.

I get to the field and my mother is in the stands. I don’t have a jersey so I ask her if I can steal the jersey off her back just in time to run into the dugout with my sliding shorts on under some athletic shorts. I’ll put on any pair of baseball pants available when I get in there. I’ll explain to them that I always planned on playing. She reluctantly gives me the jersey which she points out is not the same new one that my teammates are wearing. I don’t care – just give me the damn jersey and I’ll get in there and explain things – that baseball season can’t exist without me.

I get around the corner to the dugout, and of course it’s the opposing team’s dugout. The fellas have switched sides and we’re now on the third base line instead of the first base line which is the dugout I’ve entered as a Brave my entire life.

I finally reach my dugout and see a bunch of faces I don’t know. A bunch of new cowboys. I am searching frantically for a familiar face who will just know me. I finally see him, and he’s got his glossy nameplate above his brand new cubbyhole; it’s Nick Mott. Thank God you’re in here Nick, you can maybe help me sort all this out with coach.

The game is ongoing and existing without me. This thought is picking away at me in the back of my mind. Game one will probably go in the books forever without me even recording an at-bat. But I can let that go as long as I can force myself on the team. I finally reach Nick in the dugout for some comfort and I ask him ‘what’s going on man?’. He looks at me with some confusion and says ‘hey it’s good to see you, but is it true what everyone is saying about you?’

I pause for a moment, and in shock I ask him what is everyone saying about me? Tell me, Nick. All these guys in this dugout I don’t even know. It’s baseball season for God’s sake and I’m not even part of this team yet. But look at me – I’m in great shape – best shape of my life. Don’t I look ready? Are they saying I didn’t want to play this year? Where would such a lie generate from?

I continue to press him, and he doesn’t tell me the proverbial word on the street about me. Rule number one about personal sports nightmares: you can’t control what teammates say or don’t say.

I woke up from this in a complete cold sweat, giving you an idea about the angst and stress this bout of sleep has given me. It is then that I realize that I must face the harshest reality of all. It’s Saturday morning, I’m next to my dog. Indeed, Baseball season is coming and it will exist without me.

I will never experience another sore arm. I’ll never come to bat in another ninth inning with the game of the line. I’ll never have pine tar on my gloves again, lightly taking in the smell while I’m on deck waiting for my turn to hit. I’ll never slap hands in the line with the group of guys I love again after a win.

This period of my life that I loved so much is done and gone. No matter how long I live, it’s something that I can’t get back. It’s a nightmare I have to quietly face in my mind each day in the spring. Today it just happens to be why I’m up early. Like anyone else out there who used to play who no longer can, it didn’t end as I wanted it to. There was never that perfect closure for me, really. That last home run circling the bases. I’m the 99%. My last tie to the game I love is to write about it straight from my heart.

I’ll take solace in the fact that it’s almost spring – and I’ll think about the warmth of all the memories. There’s still something comforting about this time of year and baseball if you played it, from all the years left behind devoted to it.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers. Enjoy your Saturday, and know baseball season is on it’s way. No matter what reminder you have.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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There are 52 days remaining until Opening Day, and it’s Valentines Day. Valentines Day is really just a day designed to get guys in trouble because they ‘didn’t do enough’. It falls smack dab in the middle of the worst month on earth. A barren wasteland in the sports world, the weather is disgusting and we’ve all had our fill of snow and ice; although the NBA Saturday night All-Star stuff is tonight, if you can consider that a worthy distraction.

I just can’t wait until Saturdays like this one are filled with matinee match-ups and box scores alike. If there was a way to fast forward the time, I would happily sacrifice 53 days of my life to get this to pass. Every year, it’s a real struggle.

We’ll press onwards because the greatest sport on earth awaits us all. Have a great Saturday, get your wife some chocolates, and thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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See the kids on the back of the bus – hitchin’ a ride?

First fantasy draft of the year tomorrow! That’s the good news. The bad news is that me, my wife, and my two month old are all sick. February absolutely sucks. February in Ohio is even worse. You have to love the weather swinging from negative temperatures back up to 40 degrees – that’s good for the old sinuses!

I picked up this bad boy last night:

Not because I really need it, but because buying one of these every year for bathroom reading is a right of passage and helps remind of the things I should already know. Like that they have Giancarlo Stanton on the cover but list him as the 25th most valuable player in fantasy – WRONG. Or they have Jay Bruce hitting just a paltry .237 this year – give me the over on that.

As a whole, fantasy magazines are too damn scared and conservative to ever make a bold prediction or go out on a limb. I love me some Mike Trout, but I think Stanton will be the number one overall hitter in fantasy this season. And all these magazines are too scared to say Billy Hamilton will steal 80 bases, numbers like 65 seem much safer for them. Take a damn stab at something!

And you all, take a stab at enjoying your Saturday. We can get through this, press onwards.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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With NFL season ending tomorrow, it’s full steam ahead with MLB season. That means a lot more content here, and other great things for you and I like the reactivation of keeper fantasy leagues, MLB talk returning to relevance on Sirius radio, and MLB Network gracing our household televisions nightly.

It won’t be long until Saturday represents a round-the-clock baseball bonanza and MLB the Show ’15 is out for release. Some great moments lie ahead, if we can just survive the most disgusting month of all: February.

We’ll all get through the struggle together. And then we’ll rejoice together.

Enjoy your Saturday – we’ve got a nice little Saturday of Babys R’ Us and possibly Bed Bath & Beyond planned. It’s going to be thrilling.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Today, the final Saturday before Christmas 2014 hits on the calendar. This time of year will forever remind me of open gyms, indoor hitting, conditioning and lifting weights, asking my parents for things like eye black, pine tar, batting gloves, and if I was lucky enough; a new bat.

With as quickly as it feels like that the holiday has arrived this year, in some ways it is a reminder that before too long we will be opening up the 2015 season once again, celebrating in unison with other baseball lovers.

Until then, here’s Giancarlo Stanton getting a good piece of one from April 2014:

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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It’s the best day of the week, and there are two VERY big baseball games on today. With an ALCS of the friggin’ Royals and Orioles all but decided; only the Nationals and Dodgers can save us from a final four of boring teams.

So here’s to a little of the right kind of magic today. Because neither Washington or Los Angeles had any of that going yesterday. And let this open thread post be a reminder on this Saturday that if you hang around the park long enough, sometimes a little magic sprouts up out of nothing.

That’s still one of the best traditions baseball ever had and it came out of relatively nowhere. And then the Nationals organization decided to make it go kaputz. This was an awful idea, and if they know what’s good for them they’ll roll it out today in Washington.

Here’s to a great Saturday to you and yours. I know if you’re any type of regular checking out this blog you’ll catch some of the baseball action going on today. A legend could be born, dreams could die, the finality of playoff baseball is unparalleled anywhere else in sports.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Finally, we have reached our expiration date on the baseball season. At the same time as saying ‘finally’, it’s come all too soon. And it’s sad.

This weekend is not only the end of the Derek Jeter era but possible countless many others. And the sun sets on yet another glorious, memorable and fun baseball regular season.

It won’t be long until spring comes and all 30 teams are back in play. Until then, we’ll hold it down here. As long as there is baseball to talk about and appreciate, we’ll be doing it.

Enjoy your final regular season Saturday, when the sun is pulled up into the disappearing summer sky for just a few extra hours for us baseball fans who love the game dearly.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Just eight short days of regular season baseball remain counting this one. It’s hard to wonder how we got to this point in such a short amount of time. It’s the second to last regular season Saturday, which is always kind of somber.

It won’t be long until we’re pulling a Rogers Hornsby, sitting inside, staring out the window; waiting for spring to come.

We hope your fantasy team didn’t let you down and is still fighting for a championship; and we hope your real team hasn’t been mathematically eliminated. But if they have both failed you – make sure you take some time this Saturday to pay your respects to the greatest game on earth and at least check out a few innings of some action.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers. Have a great Saturday.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Happy Saturday in Major League Baseball!

After today, by our count there are only two Saturday dates remaining in the regular season. That’s entirely awful. Mostly everyone out there – even some who love baseball – are more focused on the NCAA football schedule today and they’re simply killing time until the opening round of the MLB playoffs. That’s understandable.

It’s still hard to beat a Saturday during the baseball season when everyone is in play, and fantasy baseball championships are on the line.

And if you playing on placing a wager today, you can see the odds at allpro. Special thanks to the Pittsburgh Steelers who have started us in a hole this football season.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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It’s the final Saturday in August in the 2014 season, and College Football is underway. Soon the weather and leaves will change; the field of MLB teams in play will be reduced to just a dozen or less, and the season will wind down.

Your little siblings are likely back in college – leaving town with only memories of what you did with your summer together.

The baseball season rolls along, beautifully and elegantly for us all. Full slate of games today as always during the best day of the week in the game of baseball.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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It’s the last Saturday of the baseball season where there is no football involved. Also, the Simpsons Marathon is taking place on FX; and last night I dived in when I was trying to fall asleep. Last night while trying to fall asleep I ended up watching three episodes. I laughed until I woke up my wife and the dog at this:

Today we’ll be away from the baseball scene for most of the day. Make sure your fantasy lineups are set, as we will. If you’re not in first place in your fantasy league, you’re probably not going to be when the season ends. But be a good owner and finish things out the honorable way.

Have a great Saturday. Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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It’s Saturday, and summer is unofficially over. The kids are back in school Monday. If you try hard enough, you can feel the football nip in the air; which isn’t all somber unless you’re a diehard baseball fan.

It’s a weird slate for baseball today with a Clayton Kershaw start highlighting a schedule that sees no games before 4:00 PM ET and no games after 9:00 PM ET.

It’s still a Saturday, and baseball is still the grandest sport on earth. It won’t be long until fantasy baseball champions are crowned and the postseason field is defined. Until then, we hold it down; we wait and we watch for the moments of high drama.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.

Your Saturday Baseball Post

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Welcome to what is still the finest day of the baseball week, and regular week. Preseason NFL football has started to impose on the baseball season as it always impolitely does, but that doesn’t mean that baseball is taking a backseat. There’s another meaty month of the baseball season left before the real football begins, and a lot of high drama yet to be decided in your fantasy and our real life standings.

As always, full slate of baseball today from sun up to sun down with the first game kicking off here as the post goes live.

Enjoy your Saturday, and pay homage somehow to the best sport on earth while you still can. The flag will be at half mass today here at the blog that always salutes baseball.

Thank you for your continued support of Diamond Hoggers.