The Cincinnati Reds have been very inconsistent this young season.
Strike that, Your Honor.
The Reds' current two-game skid at home is alarming.
I take that back, Your Honor, shall I rephrase?
Is there a better pitching staff than the Washington Nationals'? If there is, I wish they would stand so the jurors could see them.
Gio Gonzalez was beating the Reds like they stole something Friday night.
I will withdraw that statement, Your Excellency, and offer this one:
The Reds need to be commended for their ability to stay within Grand Slam distance against a pitcher with nine strikeouts in five innings.
Mike Leake was pitching as poorly as anyone on the Cincinnati staff this season in that game.
That sounds rough and too negative, you know? Move to strike, Your Honor.
If the St. Louis Cardinals weren't losing as well, the Reds would be 5.5 games back.
That was clearly a negative remark.
Sorry, Judge, move to strike.
Even playing .500 ball and in the midst of a two-game losing streak, the Reds find themselves firmly entrenched in second place.
The Reds are getting nearly nothing in the way of offense from their left field experiment, though.
C’mon, Judge, how can I spin that around?
Mat Latos pitched as well as he could for as long as he could Saturday night, it just wasn't good enough. Thank you, Jose Arredondo.
I can really spin this one, so stand back.
You should have seen how pretty the first pitch was that Arredondo offered up to Danny Espinosa. It must have surely been to his liking, as he placed it deep into the seats in right-center field.
That, in effect was your ballgame right there.
So far in this series with Washington, the Reds have struck out 26 times in 18 innings.
Sorry, I apologize.
Gonzalez and Jordan Zimmermann came into Great American Ball Park and pitched as though they were Sandy Koufax and Don Drysdale (may he rest in peace).
Too much spinning, feeling dizzy, queasy—I can't go on much longer.
Oh, by the way, Jackson already pitched what was arguably the best game against Cincinnati all season long.
On April 14, he pitched a two-hit gem allowing one run, yielding only one walk and fanning nine in a complete game where he threw only 92 pitches.
The moral of this story is that you cannot always find something pleasant to write about if you want to foster discussion among the troops. Call me Negative, call me Stormy, call me Caesar Cliffius—just don’t call me Pollyanna.