I grow weary of people struggling to find a bright spot in the 2018 Reds. You have it. You have it. You’ve had it all along, and you’ve had it every year this team has been in existence: They are one of the few threads that bind us, as a city, together.
For those of you reading from out of town who didn’t grow up here, my occasional asides to Cincinnati’s East Side and West Side are likely confusing. That’s fine. You can learn. I treat my city like every single obnoxious New York filmmaker and TV writer ever has: I’m gonna assume you’re intimately familiar with the greatest city in the world, and if you’re not, then you can just Google what it means to take the Norwood Lateral.