There are peanut and crackerjack sized pieces of my soul that truly feel bad for Bryan Price. I know, the guy gets a front row seat for Major League Baseball games 162 times a season, pulls pitchers on command, makes out lineups, and gets to talk shop with John Fay everyday for months, and pulls down a salary I could only dream of in the process. Since he’s taken over the helm of the Cincinnati Reds, though, there have been two overriding stories that have been just as big as the managerial role itself. For one, the roster has been purposefully (and accidentally) torn to shreds and diminished.