sports when you are alone

I am having a sports crisis. My passions with teams bleed. So here is everything:

Bengals – this is where pro sports fail. The Bengals quit last week. Nothing is left. Pray for embarrassment. Change is the only path. The blueprint has failed.

Browns – what is not to like? F-ing Bengals… I have spent the better half of my life, cheering for the Browns during playoff games. Because they were there. And they are there again. THIS IS NOT MY DESIRE. But, what is an Ohio boy supposed to do?

I WANT it to be the Bengals… but, I have happened to fall, on the worst stretch of professional football ever presented to the viewing public. 17 years of Mike Brown. 1 playoff appearance. This is my team.

What is a fan supposed to do? The Bengals cannot compete. A switch is unacceptable. A design of strategy is volleyed. Then silence, and the wait. Can't we just dunk and blow out teams again? PLEASE!?!

Meanwhile, the Browns expired, rotted, rose up, transitioned, and put there selves TOGETHER:

9-5 Browns v 5-9 Bengals; you get what you deserve . Someone has the path.


Reds – the hot stove league is BOILING. I heard Tom and Marty during drive time (last night, 12/19, 6:45pm) tonight, and there message was hope and clear analysis. They both spoke highly of Dunn. The Reds farm system is producing fruit. There are options, though Jay Bruce is clean.

During the 2009 Championship champagne toast, Dave Obrien will be mentioned. The Reds farm system, is LOADED.

Bearcats – it hurts. I guess a lesson is here. Something about appreciating speed and pressure and high ranks. Role Reversal. It was Memphis with the long gazelles that ran up and down the court and shot when it was clear. They were free, while UC sucked air beneath the angel action of arms. For their part, the Cats plucked and annoyed and kept the game close. The score was deserving.

Football – I had an awful day. My friend, gave me the dream. I was 2nd alternate on a group of four boys heading to New Orleans for the "Ship". My reverse, my nemesis, was sitting in Columbus under a pile of bills. His had a house to service and a debt to pay. His service on the express south was the block in my fantasy. He dug his heals. He buried himself. He decided to debt himself and make the trip. I lost.