I am a weak, sick, sad, little (well not so little) man. I am pathetic. A disgrace. An anti-role model.
I've been following the Reds all year, but I've avoided much of the frustration due to the fact that I've been able to involve myself so fully in the Cleveland Cavs' post-season run. Win or lose, I knew the Cavs season would eventually end-- but I figured I'd be so content by then, and we'd be so far along into the summer, that I'd be able to let the Reds just drift away into this dreadful season without so much as a blip on my radar screen.
But there I was last night, finding myself frustrated during the late innings. I found myself willing Josh Hamilton's final fly ball over the fence-- it came up way, way short.
What's the old saying about the definition of insanity equals doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results?
Well, I keep finding myself looking at the standings and I keep finding myself saying, "well, if we could work our way into third place........"
It would be one thing if we were the 15th or 16th best team in MLB and I was concoting rationalizations for success. But we are quite possibly the VERY worst team in all of baseball (including the Cape Cod league) and yet I still find myself tuning in. It would be another thing if I tuned in just because it was baseball, and I wanted to soak in the sweet smells of the summer game. But I keep tuning in and REALLY rooting for the Reds, and I continue to wind up frustrated.
Once again, I'm Charlie Brown and the Reds are Lucy. I continue to wind up on my a**, while the Reds look down on me wondering, "how stupid can you be?"
I avoid checking the standings as much as possible thesedays, but I did take a peak this morning.
My thought? "Well, 11.5 games out isn't THAT bad...."
Please someone shoot me now.