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 […]

I bring tidings of great joy to those of you who thought this Reds season had become a long and bitter struggle to strand less than the population of Cincinnati on base: Our fair city has returned to Family Feud. Those of you old enough to share glorious memories of the Apex Age of Western […]

When you leave a place for a decade, you can’t just slide back into it. There are teeth missing and maybe an appendix, and even if the adult molars are grown back in and the appendix wasn’t necessary to begin with, nothing is the same. I grew up here, and when I left Cincinnati, the […]

It’s fair to say that, as a married woman looking to move, that my life has now become a battle against crap.  Although the veteran of at least two dozen moves, this happened to me once before, when I was a bachelorette resident of Daytona Beach, Home of the Shell Yeah Angry Minor League Turtles, […]

Well. Now that we have settled the question of what to do with Cleveland, we now turn to grudges at large, a difficult subject, as evidenced by the stunned face of Devin Mesoraco watching his teammates of 90 minutes ago from the visitor’s dugout. Devin Mesoraco in a #Mets uniform — Joe Danneman (@FOX19Joe) […]