With the Reds 13 of their last 14, I fled the city and took nothing with me but two very large suitcases, many barrettes, and a plastic bag full of other, smaller plastic bags. I went West. I am most myself out there. In Arizona, I got up early, yelled “moo” at baby cows, and did not reflect upon the Reds
I did receive news a bit of from my mother. “How are things out there?” I asked, stupidly.
“Joey Votto is running around in a donkey costume,” she announced, because of course he was.