Reaching deeply into my political science degree, I offered the following analysis  concerning the funeral of George H.W. Bush this week: As you can see, I am squeezing every penny’s worth of value out of my parents’ tuition money. Sharp-eyed The Readers will notice that the image of Awkward Pew is taken from a DVR […]

I mean, I guess it makes sense from a professional sports focus standpoint, but it’s always made me sad that families tend to play football rather than our national pastime on Thanksgiving. Why? It’s cold out there, with leaves that aren’t even pretty anymore, whereas indoors tends to have alcohol and at least Chex Mix […]

If you thought 2019 was going to be just another soul-deadening year of rebuilding for the Reds, think again. This year, the Reds going to wear more unnecessary and commercially available throwback uniforms than any other Major League team. The history minor in me should like this 150th anniversary gimmick. I feel sad for myself […]

“Baseball breaks your heart. It’s designed to break your heart.” -Bart Giamatti Well does he know it, as does the rest of us. We have special knowledge of it here in Cincinnati, but short of Cooperstown, there are few places all Americans can gather as a nation to discuss such things. But I found a […]

This post contains spoilers about the Netflix Tom Clancy’s Jim Ryan show, or maybe it’s Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan. All I know is, Tom Clancy is somehow involved and I have two pounds of fudge to make before sunup so I’m not looking it up. Anyway, if you don’t like spoilers and haven’t binged this […]

I grow weary of people struggling to find a bright spot in the 2018 Reds. You have it. You have it. You’ve had it all along, and you’ve had it every year this team has been in existence: They are one of the few threads that bind us, as a city, together. For those of […]

To my surprise, much of my working hours at the Reds Hall of Fame and Museum weren’t in the Hall of Fame and Museum, but out in the ballpark. April. July. October. January. I saw all the months, all the seats in all their configurations, all the tarps and all their positions. No matter when I […]

We have come to the point in the season—exhausted, injured, limping, Halloween candy in the grocery—in which we question why we keep going to the ballpark. There’s much to be said for personal pride and individual statistics, and somewhat less for launching a fatal fusillade into the playoff plans of the enemy. They need to […]

Crosley Field was cramped, crumbling, and trapped in a disintegrating neighborhood, and both the Reds team and their fans were scrambling to enter the shiny round multipurpose stadium on the river. Great cheers arose when Pete Rose, Jr. swung a wrecking ball to bring the old girl down. In the rush to clear out, the […]

The MLB trade deadline was twenty-four hours off and rumors were thick like Fiona’s skin; this required responsible and serious sports columnists to carefully and constantly monitor unfolding player movements, analyzing cross-league action and quickly researching new personnel. Therefore, I wandered around a giant cave all day. Although practically raised in National Parks, I have […]

Josh The Pilot took me to the first place we lived after we were married a few months ago. It’s a Virginia suburb of DC. I liked living there, but we were so desperately new-married in such an expensive county that the first place we lived together was hung with fear, doubt, and two people […]

A trade deadline slam-bang on the tail of the All-Star Game is cruel. Baseball in July forces us to sift through the current best while simultaneously looking to what a team might look like in the next two, five, ten seasons. These are all-organization, all-fan tasks. This July finds me deep-purging my to-be-scrapbooked folders. It’s […]