I don’t care about the Reds anymore, let me start with that. It has been so long since I have written here, I lost my posting privileges. Forget buying MLB.tv, I lost my MLB app and password a couple of phones ago. I noted in a Fellas Group Chat that I only recognized 8 names on a Spring Training roster, following that remark up with the Nicolas Cage in Con-Air gif.
That’s where I’m at right now. The only thing that separates me from Phil Castellini, as we have learned, is that my dad fell in love with the Big Red Machine and he is the fourth generation of fail-up in a family that spent the 20th century sucking the marrow, richness, and filth out of Cincinnati and the whole Ohio River Valley.