We have to chip in here with something, as the Reds pulled out a 6-4 win earlier tonight in front of the home crowd to snap a 6-game losing streak.
Breaking the silence in the name of Home-Dawg Bailey
In honor of our Hero
We miss seeing that sweet swing Jay. Get ready to get back and be stronger and better then ever. The Reds need you and your fans believe in you.
Justin Upton is getting some serious respect. “Already one of the best players in the league at age 21. We’ve already talked about the pedigree of players who are this good at such a young age, and the career arc for this kind of player usually leads to multiple All-Star games and a good shot at Cooperstown. The bat is that special, and he’s a pretty decent right fielder to boot. As a pre-arb player, he won’t make any serious cash until the 2011 season, and he’s under club control through 2013. Enjoy him, Arizona.” [FanGraphs]
Say it ain't so
The Curse of Diamond Hoggers rides on
Alright. So we were out of the country for a few days. Out of touch with the world. We got a flurry of texts when we turned our cell phone back on regarding Jay Bruce’s broken wrist that will sideline him anywhere from 6 to 8 weeks.
Time for an update: What we think
A lot of people have been logging on lately only to find a blog that isn’t updated with fresh takes. We have to apologize as we’ve been extremely busy away from the blog, and that will probably continue into next week. But we’ve got a few things we’d like to talk about.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned–Philadelphia is too colored of a city to beat us boys
I’ll tell ya sweeties, you need this game tonight. This sure is an important game tonight; Schottzie. This one would get our boys over .500 for the year.
But I’m not worried honeys. No I’m not worried. You know why? Because there’s a ton of coloreds in Philadelphia honey. Well, what? I am not saying there isn’t a few smart coloreds mixed in. But you know sweetie; that well, most coloreds aren’t very smart.
I always liked going through Philadelphia on a road trip. I had a hotel bellhop one trip there named Emanuel. He was a colored. Six feet five inches. I tell ya, he had a head full of rocks. But I guaruntee he carried a king snake in his pants sweetie. Guaruntee.
Oh and that guy pitching for the Phillies tonight. He’s been around forever sweeties. When he started pitching I was still shaving my bikini line honey.
So win one for Schottzie and me tonight sweeties. And if that dumb zephyr Encarnacion doesn’t start earning his keep, he’ll be cleaning out my ashtrays. Know what I mean sweetie?
DH Off-Topic: RIP Air Mcnair
I saw it run across the bottom line of ESPN’s news crawler yesterday afternoon and sitting in the hotel lobby I raised up from my chair. It was an absolutely flooring reality for me: Steve Mcnair is dead.
It’s pretty obvious that he had a girlfriend on the side of his marriage, Sahel Kazemi. And we don’t want to speculate too much but she sounds (and looks like) a crazy bitch.
This is a baseball blog. But it’s a sports blog too. This is something so harsh, you don’t even really know how to react to it. I remember as a kid back in 1995 when Mcnair was selected by the Houston Oilers 3rd overall out of Alcorn State thinking ‘this is a dude I could really pull for’. He was tough. He made his teammates rise above adversity. He didn’t let down in the pros.
That drive at the end of the Super Bowl against the Rams was something out of a Hollywood script. It takes a lot for a player to really wow me, but he did it over and over again in that final minute and 48 ticks of that game. He was a guy who would be on the injury list every week, only to show up on Sunday and get a victory.
Aside from what he did as an athlete, it’s the case of a good man who strayed from the path we all thought he was on. Another harsh lesson that in life, humans are capable of anything; both good and bad.
It’s hard to see someone you grew up watching have their life end this way. It’s pathetic. Diamond Hoggers sends thoughts and a boat load of prayers to the Mcnair family at this time. And to Air Mcnair himself, we have a feeling Johnny Unitas just took a few pointers about being a gamer from you up in Heaven.
Adam Dunn homers for the 300th time
We have been waiting on this moment for a long time. And it’s got to get some mention. Adam Dunn slugged his 300th home run of his career yesterday on the 4th of July.
We have always seen Dunn as a guy who is going to end up with 500 and 600 home runs, and with him being only 29 years of age; it is looking more and more like a probably possibility. In this day in age, hitting 300 clean home runs says a hell of a lot about a power hitter.
But it’s bittersweet. We saw a high percentage of Adam Dunn’s homers when he was making his stake in this league as a young player. We thought he’d chase down these types of milestones with the Cincinnati Reds. Things didn’t work out that way. It’s hard to see him do this in another city, but that is the way sports go. We still keep an eye on him in the box scores and admire his Ruthian blasts from afar on the nightly highlight shows.
So Adam, congratulations. We miss you buddy. Here’s to 300 more–we know you have it in you.
The 4th of July; a glorious festivus
If I’m lucky (this could be said for any of us) I’ll live to see 65 or 75 Fourth of July holidays. You know, give or take. I’ve used up a third of them and now I’m in the second third. I think a lot about life as it passes us by and what it all means. I think the 4th of July is one of the happiest times for our country, is it not?
The stuff of which turning points are made of
MLB 4 ALS Campaign is a good one
This saturday is the 70th anniversary of Lou Gehrig’s courageous and legendary speech at Yankee Stadium in his farewell. To honor him, Major League Baseball and it’s players will honor Gehrig and the disease that claimed his life with a patch pictured above.
Just remember there’s always someone having a worse day then you
It’s just one of those days. We feel like shit and our team fields a blah lineup with Jay Bruce on the bench and it’s just a blah day altogether.
So enter this video. It’s the perfect day for it. And we’ve known about it for a while. Here we have an innocent looking Polish woman doing God knows what, is she posing for a picture with a bear? Hello…. it’s a FUCKING BEAR. They aren’t like house pets. You don’t willingly pose for pictures with circus bears.
And the best is the animal trainer. Look at him smiling for the pictures with Asya. And then the bear attacks. He cannot be contained. Notice the man who tries to subdue him. The meaningless swats with that little whip contraption. You have to love how the animal trainer then wrestles Asya with everything he has. And the trainer is underneath Asya!
Then the man in the bow tie says “Asya you —-!”
What do you think he was calling Asya? You wouldn’t call a bear a ‘bitch’ in frustration would you? Only if you were having a terrible day, I suppose.
Johnny Cueto is the Question & the Answer

The Reds mustered only 9 hits on the night, and the only scoring blow was a Joey Votto bloop job that scored the suddenly torrid Chris Dickerson. Dickerson’s average is up to .283 on the year; and he and Votto were the only Reds to collect multiple hits in the game.









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