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...

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...