I’m sick to my stomach.
Last year, I was forced to institute a personal policy of turning the television (or internet) off whenever Danny Graves entered the game. He’s easily my least favorite Red of the last five years, and it just wasn’t worth the heartache to watch him blow another game.
After tonight, I am re-instituting that policy. I resolve never to watch Danny Graves pitch for the Reds again, unless I’m in the stadium. And even then, I might go get a coney or something.
It’s just not worth it. I get mad every time he comes into a game and does his thing, and life’s too short for that. Baseball is my favorite game, but Graves has done the impossible — he takes the fun out of the game for me.
Danny Graves is dead to me.