If there’s one thing English majors know about, other than the sad state of comma abuse, it’s getting fired. This is why I don’t manage other people. It’s not only because I can barely manage myself, and this very day stopped at a cash machine and then panicked because it had not dispensed my cash despite the demonstrable fact that $20.00 was, in fact, in my hand.
The Cincinnati Reds are now at the painful stretch of Spring Training in which we cease to simply appreciate the fact that it exists and start to become restless about the reality that management can’t take all the children with them on the bus from camp to the party house.