I’ll begin with a confession: I probably watch fewer baseball games than anyone reading this.
Don’t get me wrong – during my three decades of fandom, despite never living within four hours of Cincinnati, I’ve attended dozens of Reds games across five different states, plus the District of Columbia. In addition, I’ve visited spring training for four consecutive years; I’ve witnessed rare but glorious postseason victories; and when my wife was pregnant, I even suggested Bronson as a potential name for our son. (Much to my surprise, she agreed.)
Still, I rarely watch Reds games nowadays unless I’m doing so in person.