saturday night in cincinnati or, that time I almost saw my second no-hitter
last weekend, my friends and I took the five hour drive from chicago to cincinnati to see the dodgers take on the reds. that made Great American Ballpark my 6th ballpark of the season. my first impression, as we came off the expressway near the stadium was, "holy shit, this place is huge!"
after our uber driver finally got us near it, we hopped out and decided to walk around and check out the area surrounding it. we quickly noted Paul Brown Stadium is only a few blocks away so we knew there had to be plenty of bars to choose from. we weren't wrong. as an Ohioan, I can attest to the fact that there isn't much else to do in Ohio aside from drinking. ha!
anyway, the weather was perfect though there was a storm looming and we were pretty confident that the dodgers would easily handle the reds... we couldn't have been more wrong.
the dodgers deviated from their usual lineup and Brandon Finnegan threw seven scoreless innings, maintaining a no-hitter through six. having sat through the cubs getting no-hit by Cole Hamels and the phillies last season, I couldn't let my friend drive five hours to see that happen to his team. I hoped like hell they got a hit. I know some people were like, "but you're watching history!" but nah, I had to come home with him. the game was delayed due to a wicked storm and we bailed on the game. the reds handed the dodgers an 11-1 ass whipping and my hair looked a hot mess. baseball, and mother nature can be quite cruel.
until next time, homies.