After Eugenio Suarez allowed a grounder to roll between his legs, right after he and Scooter Gennett couldn’t be bothered to hold on to the ball on simple, consecutive tag plays, and right after Suarez airmailed a throw to first base, it occurred to me last night that watching the Reds had become morbid habit, rather than cheerful exercise.
In what’ll amount to a sick one-two punch, this sad display of baseball will be followed by ownership pablum and media fluffing about how the team has “played hard” for Jim Fundamentals to the end. I mean, what should we believe, tired baseball clichés and narratives about Good Ol’ Jim or our lying eyes?