The Great American Pastime

Okay, if you are a "real housewife" from NYC, New Jersey, Atlanta, etc. "the Great American Pastime" probably has a different connotation, but here in Cincinnati, it can only mean one thing and that is "Reds Baseball." I have been going to Reds games with my grandparents and parents for as long as I can remember. My mother tells the story of her feet swelling three times their size when she sat through a Reds game in 1960 when she was very pregnant with me. I have fond memories of going to Reds games at Riverfront Stadium with my paternal grandparents. Who can forget the Big Red Machine of the seventies? Going to games using tickets that I earned as a result of being an honor roll student were a big deal in 1975 and 1976. I'll never forget where I was when the Reds won their last World Series. The Reds won the final game in Oakland, and I was in Chicago at a convention watching the game in my hotel room. My daughters, on the other hand, have never sat in peanut heaven. They have only seen games from the box seats of my husband's law firm. How many toddlers can make that claim? Plus, they have been in the owner's box, and I venture to guess that very few triplets have seen the light of day in the owner's box. Although their seats might have been atypical, their experience was not. They were able to share a hot dog and popcorn with their parents and grandparents at a Reds game. Plus, the Reds won today in the bottom of the 9th inning beating the Pirates 4-3.