September 14, 2010
The Worst Part
By
Amanda
Posted at 9:39 pm
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.
we have been to 2 games recently the first one was a date night( no 7 yr granddaughter who knew we were up to something when we dropped her off at her moms and we both had on reds shirts) we saw jay bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce hit 3 homers went back monday and saw jay bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce hit 2 more. one person said it looked like riverfest(or thunder over louisville for carmel indiana people) with all the home runs hit. madi our granddaughter was with us great time as a fan.