It's come to my attention that my recent articles have not painted Dusty Baker or the Reds in a positive light. In an effort not to be a constant downer like the Cubs fan pictured above or beside this article, I vow to change.
First off, Dusty has a very attractive and seemingly intelligent wife.
He must be, much like myself, one of those incredibly charming men with the ability to woo the opposite sex while not being a poster boy. Well...that only pertains to Dusty.
I do possess both qualities.
Just take a look at my hair—I have been likened to Johnny Depp, Clark Gable, and Mozart (due to my piano ability).
Enough about me.
Let's get down to some baseball business. On Wednesday night, Baker found a way out of the 14-6 loss only using five pitchers. Whereas, in Tuesday night's win he mismanaged and ended up burning seven pitchers.
Whoops, that was a slip (should have been managed).
During Tuesday nights affair he should have never entertained the thought of removing Arthur Rhodes after dominating the last two batters of the seventh inning and having retired the first batter of the eighth inning.
Rhodes had tossed only 16 pitches. The next batter was hitting in the No. 8 spot with a pinch hitter due up next. Does a 40-year-old man really need to be coddled?
On to the players—don't get your hopes up; I promised to cease to again speaking of my own personal exploits.
I am talking about the Cincinnati's ball players.
It's nice to see Joey Votto swinging the stick like everyone knew he could. And it's great to see Jay Bruce approaching a .200 batting average. On Wednesday night, it was super to see Drew Stubbs pinch hit and not strike out, but rather draw a walk that led to a few runs.
And Aaron Harang...way to go! Brilliant that you were not removed before the fifth inning!
Joe Morgan is back in town, after being axed as the play-by-play man for ESPN's Sunday night games.
He was in the booth during Wednesday night's game to explain his new special consultant job where he will apparently open a Honda dealership in near a mall in the city.
The sky is the limit for our Reds. Think of it this way: things couldn't go anywhere but up—at least until we are swept by Houston on the next road trip.
Last but not least, the new booth announcer, Paul Keels makes for a great drinking game.
For each mistake he suffers, have a slug of your favorite beer, and you will be blacked out by the end of the fourth inning—thus, you wont remember the final score and can pass out thinking that the Reds have won again.