When the worst comes to the worst.

Today we headed down to Cincinnati for a nice night at the ballpark. That’d be the brand new Great American Ballpark (named after an insurance company, but a good name none the less). Unfortunately the Reds call it home. The new park boasted some pretty sweet smokestacks that speewed out.. uh… smoke. Unbelievably, the Reds managed to stay tied until the 6th innning. That’s when someone grabbed someone else’s ass, and he ran home and scored. As the night wore on, the game ended up going extra innings, but even more unbelieveable, the Reds won. Behold my astonishment.