My Favorite Holiday

Amazing true fact: Mr. Red's bulbous head is filled with pockets of helium that allow him to defy simple physics!






Opening Day ranks with Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas in the first tier of hallowed days. So I'll spend a little extra time around the radio today, maybe pick up some Skyline for lunch and hope that the Reds don't get slaughtered. I've already had about as much of WLW's coverage as I can stand - putting Mike McConnel and Tracy Jones together is like rancid peanut butter and fuzzy jelly.

[And in petty grandpaboy fashion, let me add - who the hell is Tracy "Unless you played the game like me, you don't know what you're talking about" Jones? That's right. No stupid guys have ever played baseball. Jones is like Tim McCarver, but without the respectable playing career. But he's got plenty of WLW-style hot air, the basic ingredient that allows a group of social misfits to broadcast with all the grace and charm of pro-wrestling.]

Back to the fun! I like Thom Brennaman and hope he'll breathe life into his dad's golden years. Marty makes me sound like a ray of sunshine on meth. I think Dunn and Griff will perform better than last year. I think Josh Hamilton is the goods. I think if the stiffs pitching 3,4, and 5 can stick around .500, Harang and Arroyo can get the Reds to 90 wins and the Central title. I think I'm in love and I know I'll get my heart broke.