March 29, 2025

Doing my old timer impression

In 2005, my family made our first trip to spring training in Sarasota, Florida. My husband, 3-year old son, and I drove down from Indiana to a cheap extended stay hotel. The room was shoddy and required our own cleaning before we could sleep there, but the hotel pool was nice. We spent off evenings in the pool with our son, in his floatie, who bonded with the kids of the migrant workers who were also staying at the hotel over their enjoyment of Dora the Explorer, albeit in different languages.

We spent most days at games. We had tickets to every game. We’d get to the parks as soon as the gates opened and camp out. My son would do the toddler squat between rows of seats and play Pokemon on a Gameboy Advance SP. I loved it because it protected him from sunburn and foul balls. He couldn’t read yet, so he just walked his little character around in the tall grass until an encounter happened. We made sure he had a party that was overpowered for the area he was in, so all he had to do was press A until he’d beaten the Pokemon, then go back to walking. He’d repeat until his lead ‘mon ran out of PP for the first move in the list, then he’d turn the game off and on again without saving so he could go back to walking his little character around in the tall grass.

Back then, the Reds played at Ed Smith Stadium, and they would play the same playlist from the time the gates opened until the first pitch every day. We got to know the playlist by heart, ad we could tell how close we were to game time by the song they were on.

They had great food at Ed Smith, and with the money we weren’t spending on good accommodations, we could afford to eat whatever we wanted. We’d get our son unlimited cotton candy and ice cream cones that we had to eat most of to race the heat.

What I remember most about two weeks of nearly-daily baseball games was how good I got at knowing where the ball was going off the bat. In the first days, I didn’t know whether a contact would be a home run or a popup to the short stop. By the end, I could almost tell you where the ball landed just from the sound of the contact.

That was a pretty unexpected skill for me to gain. I had not grown up a baseball fan. I was the person with two after-school activities per night in high school and three part-time jobs at the same time in college. My husband, who had grown up a fan but had sworn it off in 1995 when the strike happened, had gotten back into it when Griffey Jr returned to the Reds. At first I thought it should qualify as grounds for marriage annulment; it was not fair that I did not know I was going to end up a baseball widow when I agreed to the marriage.

But the world was less serious back then, and I had the time to learn something new. As I watched broadcasts and asked questions, I could see the barriers to fandom baseball put up against its own prospective followers. I’ve made my career explaining technical things to beginners, and I saw a lot of opportunity to make baseball make sense to everyone.

Never was that need so obvious as one game I attended in person in Cincinnati. It must have been 2004, so it would have been Great American Ballpark by then. We sat two rows behind a young couple where the man obviously followed baseball but the woman didn’t. She’d ask him questions about what was going on and he’d sigh and shake his head and make fun of her for not already knowing. That’s when I thought I needed to start writing about baseball in plain language, someplace welcoming and free. I had a vision of that woman telling her boyfriend something she’d read on my blog and shutting him up with her wit and wisdom.

Blogging was a lot of fun back then. It was just hobbyists cracking themselves up. The Reds were always awful, but that doesn’t matter when you’re making jokes. If anything, that makes it easier. Bloggers would get together for online chats that we’d publish on our sites, and we’d meet up in person for occasional games. It was online friending.

As time went on, things got more complicated: in baseball, in my life, in the whole world. Blackout rules became insurmountable. I stopped enjoying the baseball, then I stopped enjoying the blog, then I stopped writing the blog.

That was probably the wrong order to do those things in.

Now it’s 20 years later. Spring training trips are charmless package deals. My son still plays handheld games, but now he also develops them, plus he’s too tall to comfortably sit in stadium seats, let alone squat down between the rows. I have another kid, and she hates baseball with a fervent passion. I spend my free time protecting the environment and democracy. But I also have a subscription that lets me watch Reds games again for the first time in probably 10 years.

Game 2 of the season just wrapped. It’s a win against the Giants! Maybe I’ll learn these new guys’ names. Maybe I’ll remember how to crack jokes–I certainly could use the laugh. Maybe I’ll get used to Joel being mentioned on every TV broadcast.

One thing I’m not going to do is draw anyone’s attention to the fact that I wrote this. No one needs to hear a middle-aged lady’s nostalgia about the good ol’ days of the mid ’00s.

September 26, 2014

Jocketty’s dream of doing nothing is alive and well

The Cincinnati Reds announced the extension of General Manager Walt Jocketty’s contract for at least next season yesterday. Many are wondering how someone who hasn’t done anything that improved the club in almost two years could have been renewed so easily. Thankfully, a mole inside the club leaked us the following transcript of an interview between Jocketty, CEO Bob Castellini, and Director of Media Relations Rob Butcher from before the extension.

Walt: Hi, Bob. Rob.
Rob: Why don’t you grab a seat and join us for a minute?
Bob: We’re just trying to get a feel for how people spend their day. So, if you would, would you just walk us through a typical day for you?
Walt: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late. I use the Hall of Fame entrance, so no one sees me. Uh, and after that, I just sorta space out for about an hour.
Rob: Space out?
Walt: I just stare at my desk but it looks like I’m working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too. I’d say, in a given week, I do about fifteen minutes of real, actual work.
Bob: Would you be a good sport and indulge us and tell us a little more?
Walt: The thing is, Bob, it’s not that I’m lazy. It’s just that I just don’t care.
Rob: Don’t, don’t care?
Walt: It’s a problem of motivation. Now, if I work my ass off and the Reds win a few more games, I don’t see another dime. So where’s the motivation? And here’s another thing, Bob. I have four different bosses right now!
Bob: Four?
Walt: Four, Bob. You, of course, Bryan, the fans, and somehow Dusty still tells me when I’ve screwed up. So that means when I make a mistake, I have four different groups coming by to tell me about it. That’s my real motivation – is not to be hassled. That and the fear of losing my job, but y’know, Bob, that will only make someone work hard enough not to get fired.
Bob: Bear with me for a minute.
Walt: Ok.
Bob: Believe me, this is hypothetical. But what if you were offered some kind of stock option and equity sharing program?
Walt: Sure, I guess.
Bob: One thing, before we’re done. It looks like you’ve been missing a lot of trades lately.
Walt: I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing them. Y’know, trades take a good three hours to make, and like I said, I only put in about 15 minutes of work a week.
Rob: Sure. I think that we’re finished here.
Bob: We’ll get back to you in a few days.
[Noise as Walt gets up and leaves.]
Rob: What a straight shooter.
Bob: Definitely. I think our problem is we haven’t challenged him enough to get him really motivated.
Rob: I agree.
Bob: What he needs is at least another year.

So there you have it. That’s what led the Reds to extend Jocketty. And I think with another year of doing nothing, the Reds can achieve a second, consecutive fourth-place finish. Heck, they might even be able to wrest last place from the hands of the Cubs.

September 3, 2014

Tag! You’re it!

At least the umpire didn't miss a good game.

Billy Hamilton improves his future chances for being safe at first by taking out the umpire.

August 21, 2014

Reds fans debate watching baseball or The Simpsons

You have to go to international waters even if you have implied oral consent.

CINCINNATI – At 7:10 p.m. ET today, Cincinnati Reds baseball fans faced a difficult choice: turn to the game or continue watching the 2-week marathon of every episode of The Simpsons on FXX.

“Dead Pudding Society” was playing when the game started, and some fans found they couldn’t tear themselves away.

“I haven’t seen a rerun of Bart and Todd Flanders going head-to-head in putt-putt in at least a couple months,” explained dedicated fan Mike Rotch, “but I feel like I’ve seen the same Reds’ game over and over every night for a week.”

Thanks to injuries and a postponed game, the Reds find themselves even more short-staffed. Substitute pitcher David Holmberg started the opening game in the series against the Atlanta Braves. “Bart Versus Thanksgiving” (the one where Bart destroys Lisa’s Thanksgiving centerpiece) wasn’t even over before Holmberg had given up the first run.

“The Simpsons marathon lasts 12 days, but the Reds are already 10 games back,” said Rotch. “I guess I’m just ready for a little break from my regular entertainment.”

August 15, 2014

Rip Van Jocketty wakes up after 20 months

Jocketty after shaving the beard from his long sleep.

Jocketty after shaving the beard from his long sleep.

CINCINNATI – A local man who slept through the last 20 months is being touted as a modern-day Rip Van Winkle.

Walt Jocketty (63), who works as the General Manager for the Cincinnati Reds, was discovered snoozing under a hedge high in the Walnut Hills last night. He’s been missing since December 2012, shortly after he completed a trade for Shin-Soo Choo.

“There’s instant replay in baseball now?” said a confused Jocketty. “Did I sleep through hell freezing over, too?” Hell may not be frozen, but fans of the Reds felt Jocketty’s absence at last year’s Winter’s Meetings, as well as at the last two trade deadlines.

“I just can’t believe Albert Pujols is good again,” said Jocketty. “I can’t wrap my head around Adam Dunn being a pitcher. I’m freaking out.”

The Reds have hired a counselor to help Jocketty reintegrate into society after such a long sabbatical. They’re also launching an investigation into how the team could go without a General Manager for so long without anyone noticing or doing anything about it.

“I admit I thought it was weird when we didn’t deal Simon at the deadline,” said team owner Bob Castellini, “I should have actually checked whether Walt was at his desk.”