So let me get this straight. We waited forever so we could eventually watch Reds hitters flail away like they have a half-empty keg waiting for them in the dugout and we had to exude ungodly amounts of patience during interminable stretches of boredom just to have the pleasure of witnessing a continual stream of bullpen implosions and blown games?
Oh, you think I’m referring to the four months during the baseball shutdown? Pfft, that was a long weekend stuck with the in-laws compared to what it was like to endure year after year of nonstop rebuilding and the parade of lost seasons that served little purpose other than to provide fodder for competitive teams.
The Reds were supposed to show off the culmination of years of organizational work, and the overdue payoff for more than half a decade’s worth of misery. The nonstop pleas for patience, the never-ending roster shuffling, the parade of dudes coming through Cincinnati who had no chance of being around…
