The End is Near
I heard you missed me. I’m back! I brought my pencil. Gimme somethin’ to write on, man.
Twelve days is a long time to be away from home, but it’s an even longer time to be away from your contending baseball team in September. I’ve been out of the country before, but never during a pennant race. To say that it ups the late-season stress factor would be an understatement.
By the way, if you’ve ever wondered if it’s possible for your internal alarm clock to wake you up around 4:00 AM–when baseball games are ending in Iceland–every night, I assure you it is possible. Without fail I would wake around the same time each night, roll over, check my phone, smile and go back to sleep.
The first step is admitting you have a problem, and I might have one.
When I left for my trip on September 1, the Reds were 8.5 games up in the division with a magic number in the twenties. When I returned from my trip on September 12, the Reds were 11.5 games up and their magic number was 8.
Magic numbers scare me. People tend to fixate on them way too early, but I’m confident in saying now that the NL Central Division will be locked up by our Cincinnati Reds in the next week or so. Perhaps two weeks from now if the Reds continue to be shut out by one of the worst teams in baseball. I’m hoping the Reds clinch on either Tuesday or Wednesday next week in Chicago–because I’ll be at those games–but I won’t be greedy. I’ll be happy whenever it happens.
It’s no longer a matter of if it happens, but when*.
* Introducing the World’s Biggest Jinx.
Aroldis Chapman is suffering from arm fatigue. While I would never say that the Reds are the same team without Chapman, I will say that the Reds have some competent arms in the bullpen to take Chapman’s spot until his arm is, uh… fatigue-less. But I really hope I don’t have to see Sean Marshall (attempt to) get a save in a playoff game.
It’s Probably Gonna Happen (Maybe).
And my trip was great. Thanks so much for asking. Freakin’ bastards…