Let us discuss giving up, but not in the way you’d like to give up right now.
My biggest issue with the current state of the Reds rather spectacular slow-motion collapse is the obnoxious way it cuts in on my ability to mock Cleveland, a city I hate because I have been strictly told to do so for no apparent reason. Throughout my Bengals-infested childhood, it was emphasized unto me by all local media that Those Guys were Bad Guys without really explaining why. I mean, I can’t imagine Cleveland a nice place to live—it’s probably somewhat like Cincinnati, only even colder, and flat, and in possession of a deserting team that’s not only bad, but insultingly bad—but it can’t be quite as bad as, say, Detroit, which is likely even more similar to Cleveland, only in Michigan, at which point I just feel more pity than hatred.