Cincinnatians of a certain age grew up linking baseball with the center of the city. For those of us raised post-suburbia and post-multiuse stadium, a live baseball game was Of Downtown. You had to get on the interstate. You needed to worry about parking. There were one-way streets, and people in business suits.
Even now, attending a ballgame is a whole thing. Bare minimum, you’re ordering up a stranger on your phone to drop you off at the gate. Rare is the Cincinnatian who can look up from dinner and randomly decide to wander down to the ballpark.