The Reds

I, like the greatest of all Cincinnati Reds players, have a gambling problem; not a raging out of control one, but a small one. Every spring I bet my pal Rob Harr that the Reds will make the playoffs. Last year they did not, and this Dribbble-admitance-of-defeat is our agreed penance for that loss (and the lunch I bought him). But rest assured, I am forever vigilant.

Once again I have taken up the banner of my hometown Reds, and there isn't a small bear, swashbuckler, shooting star, tiny bird, or beer guzzler (YOU HEARD ME RIGHT, @evanstremke) that will stand in our way this year. No sir.

Play ball, gentlemen.