It was a crisp 47 degrees outside when I woke up this morning, the first wave of truly cool air finally having made it to my area after a blisteringly hot summer. The maple tree in the yard out front has picked up a twinge of red, the elm across the road glowing gold in the morning sun.
Autumn is officially here as of this week, the clearest sign that the baseball season is in its final stretch. And if you’re a Cincinnati Reds fan, that usually means your team is on its last legs.
In this case, we’re being served a big, heaping plate of the usual.