Took a small detour while working on something else.

I never liked Adam Dunn and I’m still upset that the Reds let Dusty Baker go in an effort to retain the joke that was Bryan Price.

A spontaneous investigation of semi-local lore in the midst of an inane apocalypse.

“I just didn’t want to be waiting here too long. Trapped, politely feigning interest in the uninteresting. Trying to make sense of the nonsensical.”

As the poet Willard Carroll Smith II penned in his titular ballad of Vice City: “Water so clear, you can see to the bottom.” Don’t get distracted by the natural beauty of the beach, though, because there’s now an “Orange Cream” version of Coca-Cola.

Could’ve been the Stingers at Cinergy Field.

“So, imagine the palpable and genuine sense of bliss that washed over me one evening as I trudged through the grey snow. There, in the distance, just a few blocks from where I lay my head—the bright, red glow of neon cutting through the winds of a midwestern winter: ‘Pizza.’”

Cincinnati the past few days with ten inches of snow and single-digit temperatures to usher in 2025.