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October - weak light, rustling leaves, and baseball without the Cincinnati Reds. I'm rooting for the Brewers and the Tigers but they're both down three games to two. If it's a Texass-Taint Louis World Series, I don't think I will watch out of sheer blah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's September something or other and the Reds are out of the race and all. I've been busy, the kind of life-changing busy, but it's been that way for the last couple of years I guess. I'm in my second week at a new job in DC at the Center for International Media Assistance, so I get to deal with real journalists across the globe. What some journalists in other countries have to deal with restores some of the respect I had lost for the profession thanks to the sorry state of American media from which we suffer these days. (I'm looking at you, Fox News.)
I have a ton of things to post from this summer. Right now, I'm trying to get back to DC but all transport is messed up right now so I'm stuck in Ohio until tomorrow.
Ah well. Our hopes have been dashed. This is worst than 2001-2009, because at least we knew those teams were bad. This one, well, they won the division last year. They are better than this. Why have they done so poorly? A few suggestions:
What is going on? The Pirates in first place in July?
I went to see U2 in Chicago last night. There are a couple marginally-baseball related things in this story.
Labels: Deadbirds, Parking Lots, Stadiums
I was surprised by my spirit's reaction to the news that New York's Republican controlled Senate passed gay marriage. Sure, I support the right for anyone to commit himself/herself to this archaic religious institution and I give a thumbs up to the states who have already passed it, but this time felt different. It felt like a triumph for humanity, for the soul.
Labels: Current Events
It feels strange for the Reds to be playing the Yankees right now, almost like Cincinnati doesn't belong on the same planet as New York. Seeing the stadium packed got me thinking about small Cincy and big NYC and the people who inhabit those places.
Ok, forget about getting swept by the Indians (a good team) or by the Pirates (a not-so-good team). Let's think back to happier times, back to last weekend, when we all weren't screaming for the beheadings of Jonny "Outomatic" Gomes or Edinson Walkez. Remember sweeping the hated Taint Louis Deadbirds? Well, here is an MS Paint/Photographic/Musical recollection of the fun we had then. We will have it again, I'm sure of it!
Labels: Deadbirds, MS Paint Adventures, My Photos, Taint Louis, Your First Place Cincinnati Reds
This is a couple of days late, but I was unable to write about it on Sunday for various reasons. It's about MLB's annual breast cancer awareness day and cancer awareness in general. MLB, like in so many other social causes, was the first to make breast cancer awareness an annual cause. (I love you baseball with a great big pink heart!) It's fun to watch the players wearing their pink shoes and pink gloves and pink whatever those weird arm things were this year while wielding their pink bats. Kudos to MLB and the Susan Komen foundation for your efforts.Labels: Breast Cancer Awareness, Causes, Pink Bats
I read a tweet the other day that called the Reds crybabies or something along those lines. It was, of course, a Taint Louis fan. You know how they like to rail against the pot. Anyway, instead of rushing to defend my team and make a comment about Tony LaMafia and Chris Crypenter and Voodoo Albert, I laughed. I laughed because finally, finally, finally the Reds are good enough that people will call us names.
Labels: Cincinnati Reds