How Randy Johnson spoiled my love of baseball

I moved out to Arizona in the fall of 2000. My direct experience of the game prior to that point consisted of a couple of games seen in person on previous trips; a few contests screened extremely late at night on a minor British television channel; the odd video-tape sent to me by Chris; and many, many hours of Earl Weaver Baseball. But now, I was in a town with actual, for-real, major-league franchise, and the following year, I took full advantage of it. Of course, we all know what 2001 was like for the Arizona Diamondbacks.