Fly-By Hope
The dirty little secret of parades is that being in one consists of 95% waiting, and when the wind kicks in, you wonder why you ever came. I first learned this a couple of years ago when I shadowed Ohio State's... Read More...
The Art of the Broken Team
Without baseball, I would not exist.
About eighty years ago, my grandfather was playing in a club baseball game in Fairmount. At some point he began backing towards the bleachers to catch a foul ball.
He ... Read More...
Where Were You During the 2015 All Star Game?
In the last few steps before one of the entrances of Great American Ball Park, the five logos, engraved in slabs, spread out in a star shape-- one for each All Star Game played in Cincinnati. They were adde... Read More...
The Dark Right Now, the Light to Follow
This Friday at Great American Ball Park, the lights went out. An early summer storm that puddled the warning track and soaked the cotton candy vendors pushed back the start time of a fireworks show to nearly mi... Read More...
Getting to OK
As I type this, the Reds are losing late, which has happened about half the time they've played so far. Seasons like this feel as though they lose much more often. Bullpen and blowup and hip impingement and Tom... Read More...
Ruth Lyons and stuffing the All Star ballot box
When I was a little girl in the green seats of Riverfront Stadium, I passed the time between the hot dog and the sundae hat with All Star ballots, diligently punching paper box after paper box for the Reds on t... Read More...