It’s 9:30 a.m., I’ve been in front of the keyboard two hours and have determined there is absolutely nothing of major interest or pressing importance going on. Times like these, I wish I were a weatherman. There’s always weather.
So, we’ll attempt a visit to the Three-Dot Lounge and see where that takes us. . .
Nick Senzel won’t be a Red next year, not with Scott Boras being his agent. . . it’s not Senzel’s fault he can’t stay healthy (shoulder, knee, finger, ankle, vertigo) nor is it his fault how the Reds have jerked him around.