Long before I ever even thought about sitting at a keyboard to write about baseball, years before the Cincinnati Reds began their rapid decline into irrelevance, eons before social media, there was day baseball in Wrigley Field on the north side of Chicago.
During the summers you could come inside after smashing wiffleball homers over the backyard fence, flip on the tv, turn the dial until you found WGN, and watch the Cubs play baseball. Every now and then, you’d get to see them playing the Reds, even.
Back then, the Cubs were bad. Real bad, the kind of bad-bad that the Reds have found themselves being for much of the last three decades.