So, everyone’s buzzing about this Ethan Holliday kid, yeah? Baseball prospect, supposed to be amazing. Another Holliday coming up.
Heard he’s Matt Holliday’s other son, Jackson’s little brother. Guess the talent runs deep in that family. Watched a couple clips online, kid looks strong, smooth swing. People are already talking about him being a top pick way down the road. Crazy pressure for someone that young.
Seeing all that hype, all that focus on such a young player, actually got me doing something I hadn’t touched in years. It kind of triggered a whole thing for me.
My Little Project
Okay, so here’s the deal. Way back, I used to follow baseball prospects like crazy. I mean, really follow them. I’d spend hours looking at obscure stats, watching shaky videos from showcases, getting into heated debates online about who was gonna make it big and who was just hype.
Then, you know, life happened. Got busier with work, family stuff took over. That whole hobby just sort of faded away. Didn’t have the time, or maybe just lost the energy for it.
Fast forward to maybe six months ago. Things at my job hit a real lull. Felt like I was just going through the motions, day in, day out. Needed a distraction, something to sink my teeth into that wasn’t spreadsheets or boring meetings. Started poking around online, reading sports news again.
Then I saw an article about Ethan Holliday. About his potential, how polished he looked already. Something clicked. I remembered how much I used to enjoy digging into that world. So, I decided to try it again.
- Started slow: Just reading scouting reports, catching up on the latest draft buzz.
- Dug deeper: Found myself searching for high school game footage. Not just Holliday, but other kids too.
- Pulled out old habits: I actually found an old notebook where I used to jot down notes on players. Started doing it again, just simple observations. Swing mechanics, speed, how they carried themselves.
- Made it a routine: Most nights, after things settled down at home, I’d spend maybe 45 minutes to an hour just watching clips, reading articles, making my own little notes. Didn’t tell anyone, it was just my thing.
It wasn’t about being right. Honestly, I looked back at my old predictions, laughed at how many I got totally wrong. This time, it wasn’t about predicting the future. It was just the process. The act of observing, thinking critically about something totally removed from my daily grind, writing stuff down.
It felt… active. Like I was engaging my brain in a different way. Creating my own little rankings, comparing players, just for the fun of it. It sounds simple, maybe even dumb, but it gave me a sense of accomplishment, small as it was.
That whole period of focusing on baseball prospects, kicked off by reading about Holliday, didn’t magically fix my job situation or anything. But it did clear the fog a bit. That little structured hobby, that focused effort, reminded me what it felt like to be genuinely engaged in something. It made me think about what I was missing and what I needed to find again, work-wise or elsewhere. Funny how things connect sometimes. Just watching kids play a game ended up being a weird sort of personal reset for me.
