I have been following baseball all my life, and 1967 was the first season that I have clear memories of the games, statistics, and players (Vada Pinson and Jim Maloney were my favorites then). That era is as far in the past today as the 1919 Reds were when I as 12, and the Big Red Machine is now farther in the past than my dad’s 1940 Reds (and his hero Ernie Lombardi) was in 1975. I have seen the Reds greats from Pete to Joey, and everyone in between, Hall of Famers and comets, and many, many great moments.