Editor's note: This will be the final TML. As Doc retires, so does this blog on Cincinnati.com.
And still they lead me back. . .
Mornin’, Mobsters. Anything going on?
I just got up, made some coffee, sat behind the desk in my office and started typing. Nothing to see here. It’s all a snow-globe daydream, yeah? Doc got conked on the head in the tornado. (Lookitup, kids). He’s fine now. How did the Reds do?
Excuse me? Am I missing something?
Oh.
That.
I pondered saying nothing.