It’s work time as I type this. After I complete this column, I must see to three client articles, two blog posts for BlondeChampagne, a work proposal, and all seven books in my head currently begging to be born. But at my right hand, standing watch on the windowsill, is an old-school transistor radio turned low—the only way to hear the broadcast without the forest of electronic interference that is my desk—while the TV broadcast flows into an empty living room, there to show me the plays I don’t see live as I hear Marty or Cowboy’s voices rise on the radio.

Occasionally I depart my desk to watch the cause of the excitement. Occasionally I am distracted from my work for a false alarm over a foul ball. Never is my full attention on my work; always is it sacrificed to the progress of a children’s game.

This doesn’t happen, normally; the last time I followed a season this closely is the summer my father was dying, and the game was the family’s only way out for a while. California games were a problem for the day; day games were a problem for the night; off days were a nightmare. In 2019 my daily schedule and rhythms aren’t so fearfully hinged, but when the game is underway, the game is on.

It wasn’t long before I shook out why:  I have become emotionally attached to this team. I did not seek it, nor did I squash it. By this I don’t mean I’ve become attached to the Reds as an organization; that’s a given—it’s bred into each turn of each helix of each DNA strand. I mean that this particular group of players at this particular time seem to need hugs, and I’m concerned about these individuals having a good game and being proficient and inspired in their profession.

I have struggled over the past few seasons over the concept of Seinfeldian laundry— that we’re cheering for uniforms, not people, and the same person we hold in esteem one moment becomes booed the next simply because of the clothes he wears. Witness the pregame trade of catcher Devin Mesoraco to the Mets a year ago this week: The man was still wearing his Reds socks and by the end of the game, the crowd demanded his retirement to the dugout because he was the pizza strikeout. It bothered me. It still does.

This is why, I think, we are eternal witnesses to the fallback of Reds Fans of a Certain Age on the Big Red Machine. They weren’t just a group of players thrown on a roster by a computer. They were a core group who stayed together. For years. They were Our Guys. We grasp at the Machine era because free agency means that it will never, ever happen again.

But all this ebb and flow of clothing also means that if one concoction of human beings doesn’t get the job one year, another might take its place. The reality of this was recently well expressed by Sam Miller: “The only thing that makes a sport in which players move around a lot possible is our disloyalty. Once a player leaves, we’re finished with him. But only because we have to make room in our hearts to love, almost unconditionally, the one who replaces him — and because we know he’ll be well taken care of by his new city.”

We see this phenomenon unfolding as I type. This team makes it easy for us to care for, and take care of, each member of its tumbling, up-and-down, in-and-out roster. One of our relief pitchers is also an outfielder; another one sprints the long distance to the mound; yet another races the veteran first baseman to the dugout after retiring the side. Jesse Winker chose to mark an opposing batter’s choice of  “Baby Shark” as walkup music to climb up on a dugout bench and chomp his arms together. His absolute delight in waving a cheery farewell to Mets fans in Metsville marks him as perhaps the bravest outfielder in the game.

Derek Dietrich has earned his pregame antics by smashing homer after homer once the National Anthem is done. In the team shop last week, my husband tried to hunt down a Dietrich shirt… Dietrich, whose image still pops up on a Google search in a Marlins uniform, signed on a minor league contract all of three months ago. I have meat in the freezer older than that. During the jersey hunt, we wondered aloud why Kemp jerseys still hung on the rack, a whole 24 hours after he was released. We were finished with one, tipping open our hearts to the other.

And Yasiel Puig might not be posting the offensive numbers Reds fans were hoping for, but, as a wise man with a winsome desire to connect with the faithful, he has learned the lesson of the Sean Casey lifestyle. He visited his new home city just after the trade was done and palled all over town. He then sealed the deal on the field not with his bat, but his fists: His immediately legendary one-man charge against the entirety of the Pittsburgh Pirates, after breaking out of a calming embrace by Votto which suggested genuine friendship on the part of both players, has affixed his jersey to any number of local backs.

In fact, the fanbase is ready to pour affection on more new heads. Senzel? Bring him up. During his debut, the TV cameras captured him in the dugout with an arm slung around Kyle Farmer. I saw this and felt distinct relief that someone was letting the new boy sit next to him.

VanMeter? We’ll take him too. If you have any depressed horses left over from the Kentucky Derby, ship ’em over the bridge.

And I haven’t even mentioned Suarez, he of the two-toned ballet footing.

They’re inconsistent. They’re streaky. They pile on eight runs in the first couple of innings and never score again. The pitching shines, and the offense develops run constipation for over a week. The pitching collapses and the offense decides that best practices for sliding into bases involves beginning to put a foot down halfway down the path. The celebratory handshakes are so complicated and extensive that I’m always screaming at them not to hurt themselves by slamming into each other midair or suspending the rookie over their heads Dirty Dancing style.

One of this young season’s most enchanting home run celebrations involves Votto and Winker falling backwards into one another’s arms. For that to work, a few moments suspended in the open air is involved. Daring’s involved. Trust is involved. The heart must be exposed to the open sky. You cannot hang on. You must let go. You must make the conscious decision to fling yourself back on your own heels.

Why have I taken pains to witness all this from these well-paid professionals, for all their myriads of faults and pillow fort in the division basement?

700 WLW’s Lance McAlister got it in ten words, a meteor of philosophy streaking across a sportstalker’s unending social media promo chores:

“Last year I felt hopelessness. This year I feel frustration.”

One is resignation. The other implies ambition.

We can forgive ambition.

27 Responses

  1. RojoBenjy

    Well-written. Well-said.

    I agree. Last year was apathy and laughter at futility. That doesn’t hurt because you’re numb. This year you can see the talent and potential, and that it seems to be either squandered by managing choices, or by lack of doing the little things that professionals should do. That is painful to a Reds fan.

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    • Pete

      Excellent work as always Mary Beth. This site is blessed with nothing but top notch writers but your unique perspective is refreshing and I always read your pieces. When can we get you to do more pregame articles?

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      • Mary Beth Ellis

        Aw thanks Pete! I’m just trying to keep up with the others 🙂 You’re in luck because I’m in charge of the Stupid Cubs all month! #FlyTheL

    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Thanks much, RojoBenjy. I thought Lance put it very well– still pain, but a different kind. I guess as a Reds fan right now, we’ll take lesser pain over the numbness.

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  2. jreis

    Mary Beth this is a fantastic piece and brings up a question I have had for a long time. Why in the world is a team that has been in last place for 5 years going on 6 having so much fun? This bad new bears stuff was cute in 2014 and 2015 because we had a pretty good 4 year stretch prior but now it is getting stale. where is the outrage from the players?

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Thank you for the kind words, jreis. I think some of these new and almost-discarded lads are so grateful to be in the game that they’re far from outrage. As for the veterans–they’re the ones who are really giving me hope here. I’m hearing words from them in the locker room that I haven’t heard in quite some time: “We’re a good ball club.” They have hope, so I will too.

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  3. Scott C

    Well written again Mary Beth. You put into Words what so many of us feel. I know that as one who lived through and cheered on the Big Red Machine that and though I long for and hope for a team that stays together for more than one or two years, I know that “because free agency means that it will never, ever happen again.”
    I really love this team, frustration and all, knowing that they will probably not make the playoffs, they may even finish so that the Reds pick up another Top Ten Draft pick, but they have made baseball fun again. Jesse Winker’s boyish delight for having the opportunity to play in a childhood game, the love for the game that Lorenzen brings, the hope for the future that they and Senzel and VanMeter and Castillo bring to the game. Yes at least there is hope and for that we can forgive the frustration.

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      I think “boyish delight” is a great way to describe Jesse!

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  4. Richard Fitch

    Oh, Mary Beth. You captured many of these same emotions I felt as I watched Todd Frazier in cold, damp Citi Field last week. I may have to do a sequel to this inspiring bit of writing. With your permission, of course.

    Well done, as always.

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Just trying to meet the bar set by my brother in New York. Photos of the Mets series were wonderful, by the way!

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  5. Pete

    Frustration is when your team has the lowest ERA in the NL and the third worse record. Add to this fact the Reds play half of their games in a bandbox and it’s frustrating to put it lightly.

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Annnnnd run differential. Don’t forget the maddening run differential.

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  6. Doug Gray

    Always with good articles, this one has been my favorite. Just wonderful, Mary Beth. Wonderful.

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  7. Benjamin

    This is wonderfully written. As illuminating as all the advanced analytics are, the heart of fandom still resides in an emotional connection to players and the human drama of sport. (Winning helps, of course). Thanks for this.

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Thank *you*, Benjamin! SABREmetrics are frustrating to me because they ram right into my learning disability and it’s tremendous work for me to make sense of them, especially on the fly in a game situation. I certainly see their value, though, and am glad to see the Reds making use of them. But you’re right: this sport lives in emotions and guts.

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  8. Eric

    Wonderful, MBE. As always. 🙂

    Yes, frustration is certainly understandable when your team is 9th in run differential and 26th in W/L percentage. Looks like the next order of business is #GetTheBullpenPitching! Lawzz, whenever our starter hands over the ball – and a lead – all I can hear, as the reliever comes trotting in, is Nuke LaLoosh’s sounds of pouring gasoline on a fire: phwEEEwww…phwEEEwww!!!

    But I’m with you. I’m paying attention to this season more closely than I have in several years. I feel it. These guys are OURS. They’re having FUN.

    Oh…one other thing:

    “…and because we know he’ll be well taken care of by his new city.”

    Well, Sam…unless it’s New York…or probably Philadelphia. *chuckle*

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Oh isn’t that the truth about New York? Jesse ain’t care! OUR GUYS! <3

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  9. Mark Moore

    Wow … I’m almost speechless (or wordless) with this one. It’s the top of the list for one of your every-other-Friday pieces, and that’s saying something because I always love your stuff!!

    I’m feeling all the feels you wrote about. And I remember my old transistor radio and getting WLW when the “skip” off a cloudy sky helped. Add to that our investment in the 1990 magic season and growing love for all these young kids just beginning to blossom into the “next great Reds team” …

    I read this earlier on my phone and waited until I had a full keyboard to respond. We’ll survive because we love our Redlegs (even when we are brimming with frustration). I’ll still pony up the $50 for MLB tv come Father’s Day so I can watch more live games. Some of this feels like my old Syracuse Orange in the 6OT game a few years back. You just got to keep with it …

    Thanks again for your dedication to the game and to us. We’re a special kind of family.

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    • Eric

      …and LORD, that 6OT game – I can’t believe that was TEN years ago! What a GAME!

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  10. Armo21

    Mary Beth
    After meeting you at Kroger tonight, your T-shirt gave you away, I came home to read up on “our team”. You really captured the emotion of following these players. One of your fellow RN writers summed up for me what you expressed in the article and I was hooked for this group of players for my team. Paraphrasing here he said, “the Reds aren’t all in this year, they are just in.” I love the moves the team made over the winter and while always optimistic the Reds will be contenders, this year I believe it. Thank you for your words…well done as usual.

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      Great to meet you! Thanks so much for saying hi 🙂 It made me feel like less of a garbage human being for waiting until pretty much the last possible second to get my mom a present. Hope to see you around the West Side again sometime soon.

      (See that RN writers? Always wear your RN swag! 🙂 )

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  11. lwblogger2

    I love it when you write about baseball here and the wonderful ways you weave baseball and life into one narrative. It’s a gift. You and Richard probably do it as well as any writers I know.

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    • Mary Beth Ellis

      many thanks for placing me on the same plane as Richard! 🙂

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