Thursday, August 1

Wow. Wow wow wow.  This is what baseball is all about.

I won't bore you with the details, but it was 4-0 Dodgers going into the bottom of the ninth, and most of the modest crowd had already retreated from the considerable heat of the afternoon.

However, the fat lady who was scheduled to sing apparently had her mouth full of Skyline coneys, because the Reds scored four runs in the bottom of the ninth to tie it up- with the help of a boneheaded play by the Dodger closer, who beaned the next batter after a Reds homer and was immediately ejected for it.


The Reds bullpen, which over the last few days has been about as robust and protective as F-Troop, suddenly found its legs and held the Dodgers scoreless through four.  


In the bottom of the 13th, with a man on first, Ken Griffey Jr. gave the ball a nice aerial tour of the park, last stop, deep over the right-center fence.  




Final score, Reds 6, Dodgers 4, and for those who chose to give up on the Reds and leave the game early, I offer this heartfelt consolation: Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa.
 

In the meantime, I made good on my threat to make the camera operable with duct tape, and managed to get quite a few nice shots of the area and of downtown Cincinnati.



I also got somewhat beety from being in the sun so long, so now I'm a real "red fan" (rimshot).  That's the price you pay, I guess-- it's nothing a little fresh aloe woudn't cure. Oh, wait, I'm not in the tropics right now.  ;)

Now here is an interesting set of observations...

1.  The Cardinals lead the Reds in the division, largely because they have more
     money with which to acquire talented players.
2.  The Cardinals are owned by Anheuser-Busch.
3.  Budweiser (an Anheuser-Busch product) is sold at Reds home games.

Am I missing something here?

Late in the evening I tried Gold Star Chili in a 3-way (on top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese. Hey, I didn't invent it or write the song).  Very tasty!  Not better or worse than Skyline, just different-- a little meatier, but a little less flavor.

I guess it's already time to go.  How did that happen?  I just blinked and whoosh, there went the whole week.  I never really got to take a good look at the river, which is a simple but functional excuse to come back.

Interlude the Last

"Why oh why oh why oh
Why did I ever leave Ohio?
Why did I wander to see what lies yonder
When life was so cozy at home?

Wondering while I wander
Why did I go, why did I roam
Oh why oh why oh did I leave Ohio?
Maybe I'd better go O-H-I-O
Maybe I'd better go home"





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