Looks as if the Reds are finally heading in the right direction. Three wins in a row over divisional opponents? This is a Reds team the author can support openly. No more pretending to be a fan of the American League.That Norris Hopper/Alex Gonzalez combination at the top of the order is definitely a recipe for success, even without Wandy on the mound. And even though Dunn was caught stealing for the first time this season, the author had hoped he would go 40 for 40, the night was nearly free of this season's sourness. Today, Arroyo hits the hill against Woody. And even though Bronson's been seeing how just how many runs he can give up in the first inning and remain in the game, the author is confident another Reds victory is inevitable. Lets get that pitch count back up aroun 180, where Narron likes it. That's a proven method of success. Because the author is forced to use a borrowed computer, no box score today. I'm sure you have the ability to find that elsewhere, even though it does make the blog look nice. Sweep tonight! Reds! Reds! Reds!
There was a bad crash in centerfield the other night, and the author feels bad for not previously extending his well wishes. Apparently both men thought they were the only person in charge of fielding every fly ball hit to the outfield. Ryan Freel got the worst of it when NoHo raised that elbow, already envisioning a full time job in center. Evidently after Freel was taken to the hospital with a contusion to his head and neck, the CT scans and MRIs showed there were no serious injuries. So, that's good, just some contusions. He'll take a 15 day break then come back and swing at first pitches after four straight walks or try and steal third as the tying run with Junior at the plate. You know, all the reasons we love the guy. Hopefully the collision didn't damage his greatest asset, his mind. See you in two weeks.















Well, the Indians put the final touches on an all around solid roadtrip. 2-7 if my memory serves me correctly. Harang must have had something more important on his mind today and who can blame him. Giant relatives are even harder to say goodbye to than regular sized human beings. Tomorrow, Cincinnati greets the first of two very welcome visitors, the Washington Nationals. After their four game sweep, they'll see the Pirates. So all of a sudden 17-27 lookes like 25-27. Not too bad. And with the Brewers inevitable fall from the stratosphere, that should work out just about right. So, lets review, lots of hits tomorrow and let's throw in a strong pitching performance. Bowden is sure to be in attendance, with that pending grievance and all. Maybe he'd like to return Kearns for the weekend. The author always liked him. 
Lots of interesting story lines with the Reds victory tonight; the Indians gave up on Phillips, Sowers decided not to sign with the Reds so he could go to Vanderbilt and grow a combover, Grady Sizemore's on the cover of Sports Illustrated because his name fit into their lame headline, not because he's hitting a solid .274. Lots to talk about and with yesterday, the Reds were up 4-1 when the author stopped watching, they held on right? Pretty good return to the East. Those games out west only count 1/2 anyway, because the trip is so long. Tonight, in addition to Phillips' shot, Daggum Ross added one to provide a little room for the bullpen to work their magic, you know lots of runners on base. That's what they're paid to do. But can't say enought about shelling Sowers, asshole. That's what you get for agreeing to play for an inferior team. We wouldn't have wanted to root for you anyway. On an unrelated note, does everyone agree that Keppinger and Castro are a better option at the three bag than our man Encarnacion? The author realizes it's only temporary, until Hamilton's withdrawals subside, but, well I guess I don't want to question the genius of Narron. He is the smartest person I know. Nice victory tonight team, how about another one tomorrow. Harang is one sad monster, but he's back tomorrow and he smells blood. That's how they grieve in his family. Reds! Reds! Reds!
























