| NEW VERSION OF MY OLD SCHOOL CAP |
The following letter was sent to the Reds front office (Honest):
June 8, 2016
Cincinnati
Reds Baseball Club:
I thought
you might like to know there was no Hearing, no Mediation, just a Final
Judgement.
After over
sixty five years of faithfully following the Reds from Wyatt Hoyt to Al
Michaels to Marty & the Old Left Hander and to Marty and the Cowboy, I am
now divorced from the Reds. The recent
winning spurt is too little too late.
My divorce
came about because of management’s unfaithfulness, unwarranted Fire Sales, failure
to fire managers, failure to make good trades and no visible attempt to
extricate this team from an eternal sentence of last place.
The
relationship I have experienced with the Reds has covered the magical times
spent in the sundeck at Crosley Field, joys of the Big Red Machine at Riverfront,
and to the almost continuous heartbreak of watching the MLB Network at The
Great American Ball Park.
At 74 years of age, I can longer risk the
failure of this organization to provide some much needed entertainment and
enjoyment before I am optioned to that final Field of Dreams in the sky.
As a result,
I am returning my Old School Reds cap for a decent burial. I am now embarrassed to wear it in public. If
I took it to Goodwill or the Salvation Army I fear almost certain ridicule or
even worse.
Some night
when the Reds are losing another laugher, look up into the sky, I will be the
guy standing by the cornfield but not wearing a Reds cap! “This is the old former Reds fan rounding third and heading to another
team!” To quote Roy Hobbs of the NY
Knights, “Pick me out a good one Bobby.”
(Signature Block)
(Signature Block)
Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday
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