Reds-Braves And A View Of Disaster From The Riverfront Club

Big Brother Lou met Mr B and me at the Great American Tilt Yard following our financially successful afternoon at Belterra Park (see previous post).  An elevator whisked us to the Riverfront Club and we three were shown to a table for four overlooking the field of play.

The Reds' television broadcast's third-wheeler, Jim Day (wearing the ill-fitting suit, below), was filming from a corner of the Club a segment for that evening's telecast:

I headed for the buffet and commenced intensive carb-loading so that my suits, too, might someday be ill-fitting.

Prime rib, roasted chicken, garlic 'taters and steamed carrots.  I like steamed carrots as much as the next omnivore, but Lou and I agreed that this iteration was about as unappetizing as we've ever had.  Mr B disagreed.  Also on that evening's buffet; pork tenderloin, sweet potato, a variety of salads, a selection of cheeses and breads, fresh strawberry's, blueberry's, grapes (both kinds).  The carving station was notably absent - removed, in fact - perhaps portending diminishing future amenities in the Riverfront Club.  A selection of deserts were offered.  Lou and I opted for the hot fudge brownies. Mr B tackled the bread pudding.  This, he did not find to his liking.

As the wheels fall off the Reds 2014 season, we were subjected to another night of minimalist offense and suspect bullpen pitching.  In the photo below, the bases are full of Braves:

In the next photo, below, the bases are being cleared of Atlantans as if by William Tecumseh Sherman hizzelf:

Scoreboard watching for those who are no longer scoreboard watching but who hate to waste photography (below):

7th inning stretching led me away from the on-field carnage and to the opposite side of the Riverfront Club.

It didn't appear that a soul could be found on Cincinnati's riverfront that Thursday evening.  This absence of humanity did not prevent Jim Day from mc'ing a telethon of some undetermined description.

On the drive home later that night, ruminating on the plight - and certain demise - of my 2014 Reds, the blokes from Led Zeppelin summed up my thoughts as well as my general state of Redleg despair:

Meanwhile, on assignment for Heavy Artillery in South America, The Paleorider submitted photos from Uruguay (as if that's a real place) in honor of my birthday:

San Miguel?!  Dios Mio!  Look closely and you might see Dr K's reflection in Andy's shades.

Roll the credits!