If you were looking for some perspective on this woe-wave of a Reds season, welcome to the time of year when baseball season gets itself interrupted by hurricanes. I grew up in Ohio, which could occasionally gin up a nice tornado or two, perhaps a blizzard if you’re lucky, but–it’s Ohio. “Extreme” for us is a day without margarine.
Then I ran alway to join the space program, or, more specifically, put my English degree to use by standing at the Kennedy Space Center, pointing at a model of the space shuttle, and informing visitors that “this is the part that makes it go.