By Thaq Diesel

I’m an optimist at heart;  I want the Reds to make the playoffs.  I just don’t see it happening.  This team is sputtering around like a 1980 Sunbird with a bad clutch.  The inability to play consistent winning baseball this past month has me cringing when I turn on a game or see an ESPN baseball score ticker.  I can tell myself the Reds are still in it all I want.  Subconsciously I seem to believe differently.  I really hope I’m proven wrong.

Something has to change.  Thus far, the omens have only been bad.  Griffey injured himself in a freak way while hustling on a play yet again.  Everyday Eddie is now at home watching the Price is Right every day (hopefully while icing down the elbow).  We just acquired a fresh pitcher who subsequently lost his first start Elizardo Ramirez-style (pitched well, team didn’t score behind him.)  The guy’s name:  Sun (as in things look bright), Woo (“as in let’s win!  Woo!”), Kim (as in the girl who dumped me in third grade).  Sigh – even that seems cursed.  (I know the Reds list Ramirez as out with shoulder tendonitis.  I’m convinced he’s on the DL with a broken heart.  Nobody picked him up this year when he pitched.)

I’ll keep rooting for you, Reds.  Time is running out. 

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