For ten years now, I’ve remained relatively aloof to the performance of the Cincinnati Reds. Absolutely, I’ve been enraged by an occasional Trade or manager signing, impishly baited Cubs fans, bragged on 7 RBI LLM games, but the team’s impact on my daily life has been mostly limited to guys at work noticing the Reds stuff in my office and dropping in to give me a hard time about it.

So I was surprised this morning to realize that I was less tired and grouchy when I woke up, apparently having slept better and had sweeter dreams than of late. As we got closer to game time today, I even bounced around a little in girlish excitement. I hadn’t realized that the series in Colorado had gotten me down so much until a couple wins had me stupidly happy.

I’m playing the fool over here, and I apparently don’t even care, seeing as I’m admitting it in front of literally tens of readers.

But alas, being in love with a team that features Fransisco Cordero is a bumpy road, and I’m not as chipper as I was just an hour or so ago. Woe to the Cubs fan who drops in to give me a hard time tomorrow. He may get the fury of a woman scorned.