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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