The worst part about working late and pursing a degree is missing out on seeing my Reds grow up. When you get to the end of your life, will you look back and say, “I wish I’d made more money”? Or will you say, “I wish I could have gone to more games”? Ultimately, the prestige and fame and fortune are all secondary: we all just want our Reds to be happy.

My advice to those of you in the greater Cincinnati area: get out to a game because someday the Reds will choose your nursing home. Well, not that, but go out anyway. This opportunity may not last.