That'll happen

So I went down to the Reds game last night. Around 10:30, in the top of the 11th inning, I decided I’d had enough. Dave Ross had already dropped the ball making what should have been the game-winning tag in the 9th. Rick White (who should have pitched his last game for the Reds after that outing) just gave up three runs, officially pissing away the rest of it, no thanks to three poor defensive plays earlier in the inning. Some things are just meant to be, and this game was a lost cause.

Oops, my mistake.

Thank you W, Ernie Fletcher, and Rick Sutcliffe for making me feel like I made only the fourth worst decision of the week.