My son never ceases to amaze me.  As a lifelong Reds fan, I have managed to brainwash my son into the same agonizing torture of pulling for the Reds that I have endured over the last 30 years.  It can be said however, that despite my love and loyalty to this club, my 5 year old son’s love and loyalty may have just surpassed mine last night.

Let me preface by saying that my son LOVES the Reds.  Since the age of 3, he has been copying the swings of some of his favorite Reds.  He’s copied Brandon Phillips routine at-bat, he’s mimicked Adam Dunn’s stance, and in my opinion, has reproduced Griffey’s sweet left handed swing at the bat to the letter.  This past season, he even took a page out of Jay Bruce’s at-bats by raising his back hand up during his tee-ball at-bats to “adjust his sleeve.”  He’ll watch every game with me on television, even knowing when the Reds are on so we can watch.  If I miss the score from the previous night, he informs me the following morning, or vice versa.  Well last night, we achieved a new first for him.

About a week ago, we bought my son a new radio to put in his bed room so that he could go to sleep at night while listening to music.  I placed the channel on a pop station, since that is the type of music he likes to listen to.  The radio and music had worked wonders as he has gone to sleep rather easily this past week listening to the radio.  Last night, as I took him up to tuck him in, I turned on the radio, to the same pop station.  My son crawls in bed and says to me “Dad, aren’t the Reds on the radio?”  He’s used to listening to the games on the radio in my car via my XM radio.  I tell him “Yeah son, but your radio probably won’t be able to pick up the Reds, but I’ll try.”  Now I live in Virginia, and it is usually hit or miss as to whether or not I can pick up 700 WLW on any radio, let alone my son’s little clock radio.  As I dig through the tuner, low and behold, I hear Marty and the Cowboy coming through and without skipping a beat, my son goes “There it is!”

So last night, instead of listening to some of this new age pop music to put him to sleep, my son drifted to sleep listening the voices of Marty and the Cowboy.  It’s not as nice as the Marty and Nuxy that I used to listen to at a much later age than he, but it makes no difference to him.  What have I created?  I just hope last night’s game, nor listening to Jeff Brantley, gave my son nightmares!

As I type this past midnight, I can’t wait to hear him re-tell everything that he heard in the morning!

14 Responses

  1. Jose

    your son makes me proud
    even though our team sucks
    I love how everyone here is dedicated
    including your five year old son

  2. pinson343

    Great post, Chris. But I too hope your son didn’t have nightmares last nite.

  3. brublejr

    I’ve got my 20 month year old saying baseball everytime I haave it on…still working on the go Reds part 😀

    Great post

  4. AnnapolisRed

    That is awesome, great story! I just hope he can drive a runner in from third with less than two outs better than Jay Bruce can 🙂

  5. Travis G.

    Great story, Chris.

    My 18-month-old son showed a good bit of interest last night as he sat on my lap and I described everything leading up to Phillips’ two-run shot, but he was lucky to have fallen asleep as the wheels came off in the fifth.

  6. Chad Dotson

    Great story, but…poor kid. He’s destined for a life of misery.

    But if and when the Reds win another World Series, it will be much sweeter for him (and all of us) for having suffered through these bad years.

    Still, great story.

  7. RiverCity Redleg

    You gotta love that. I’m determined to get my soon to be born daughter to be as big of a fan as I am, but I’m not going to hold my breath on that. But I can still hope for now. You are a lucky man.

  8. BenL

    That’s a great story. I hope the Reds improve for your son’s sake (and for the rest of us too).

    I was at the 22-1 game the other night. I listened to the mother next to me teaching her 4 year old daughter to call our team the “stinky Reds”. I have to admit, by the time I left in the seventh inning (and I *never* leave a game early) I was wishing someone would have taught me about the stinky Reds when I was that age.

  9. GregD

    My father-in-law is a Cubs fan. The best thing I ever taught my son is to not side with grandpa on favorite baseball teams. Amongst his first phrases were “Cubs stink” coupled with pinching his nose with his fingers. As you may know with little kids, when they find something like this funny (and entertaining to others) they can repeat the joke many times in a row. Since this always got a laugh, he was always enthused to do this repeatedly.

    The best was at a family gathering at Thanksgiving with the in-laws. Lots of family from out-of-town. Many also non-Cub fans. My son was two-and-a-half at the time. “Hey buddy, how about them Cubs?” On cue, he pinches his nose shut: “Cubs stink!”


  10. Chris Garber

    Awesome story, Chris. And thanks for the tip, GregD. That will be great around my in-laws.

  11. Michael Cooper

    That’s really awesome. I plan on having the same brainwashing sessions with my children when that day comes. I used to fall asleep to Marty and Joe when I was a kid, and I absolutely loved it.

    On a side note, my Uncle who lives in Pa. has his sons using the names of the teams he dislikes as derogatory terms. For example, when he plays a trick on his son Connor, his son will go ‘You Steeler’ (Yes, they live in PA. and hate the Steelers) or ‘You Buckeye’. It’s classic. I’ve often referred to my wife as “You Astro!”

  12. RampantRedsFan

    That’s a great story… I can remember listening to Reds games at the age of 6 (the 1990 World Series). Some of my favorite memories involve that team and the excitement surrounding that team.

    Congrats on introducing your son to such a cool hobby at such a young age.