June 22, 2005

The Summer of Our Discontent

Well the Reds fired their manager today. Probaby a month overdue actually. To tune of Sweet Molly Malone:
In Cincy's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,

that's where I first met the oldest pro team.

They stole many bases and hit many johnsons

And in '75 beat the Sox in Boston

and we cried 'Go Reds, Go Reds!

Alive alive-o'! (Chorus)
But alas, now they are 'dead, dead-o'! But don't cry for me Argentina, cry for area kids who are ten, eleven and twelve. That's when it means everything. And that's when the Big Red Machine years ran for me, right down the boulevard of my youth, winning pennants when I was 7, 9, 12 and 13. I experienced a second youth in 1990 they swept the Oakland A's.

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