It's cool to be a Reds fan!

Last night, the Cincinnati Reds became NL Central Champions and clinched a spot in the

MLB Playoffs! 

One of my favorite things about living in Ohio the past few years has been getting to know the sport of baseball and cheering on the Reds. Baseball season has eliminated the "drought and depression" of sports that tends to occur after the NFL season is over for my husband and I.  We truly have grown to love the Reds, and I honestly believe that no matter where his professorly job search takes us, I will have a little soft spot in my heart for that big red "C" and the Queen City.

Since the Reds have been working to clinch the NL Central title for a few days, I thought it best to avoid the games on TV. For some odd reason, we're very super (or should i say "stuper")-stitious, and feel that when we pay careful attention to the game, the team doesn't perform as well. They LOSE.

It's after 10 p.m., I've just finished Glee and watching my love, Michael Bolton (who was a horrendous dancer and kind of a cranky a*hole) say his good-byes to Dancing with the Stars, and I decide to check the Reds score - they're tied with the Houston Astros at the bottom of the 9th inning! WHOA!  Jay Bruce stepped up to the plate as Cincinnati fans hoped and prayed for a home run to seal the deal, and what do you know... it happened!  My husband and I weren't bad luck!  We actually watched them win the game and celebrate their spot in the playoffs!!! I wish I could've been there as the fireworks were set off... how cool!

As I sat in the Great American Ballpark this past April and watched them get pummeled by Albert Pujols and the St. Louis Cardinals on opening day, I had no hopes or expectations that the Reds would eventually become champions of their division and return to the playoffs for the first time in 15 years! Regardless of what happens in the playoffs next month, I will be excited to cheer on the Reds!

The home crowd, April 5, 2010

Reds Opening Day 2010


Go Redlegs!



Pigskin Heartbreak = more Sex in the City!

Last night, early in the 2nd half of the Marshall University vs. Bowling Green State University football game, I retreated - ok, more like seeked refuge - in my cozy bedroom, where I stuck Sex in the City in the DVD player and curled up with a jar full of Dove dark chocolates.  With a sweet yellow tomcat keeping my feet warm and my knock off Louis Vuitton tote full of blog ideas and composition notebooks by my side, I should've felt better.  Right?  Yes - I should've. (Except for the bag.  Most women prefer the authentic Louis.) 
I didn't feel better.
At the time I was wearing a green Marshall hoodie, my knees were covered with a throw, a hand-woven image of the Joan C. Edwards Stadium and the City of Huntington, and I couldn't look up without seeing the degrees that my husband and I together had earned from Marshall, along with all of my MU game day purses and spirit beads hanging on various wall hooks.
I can't get away from it!


Marshall University will always have a piece of my heart.  I love football, but loving the Thundering Herd has been tough as of late (like, the last ten years.) Simply put, my favorite green team is going through a rough patch.  Their games break my heart and drive me to tears.
So last night, as Bowling Green routed Marshall 44-28, I listened to Carrie Bradshaw's wit and wisdom... and made a vow: to take sports a little less seriously and enjoy a little more girl time - a little more *me* time!

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So to the guy who commented on my one of last week's posts, "This looks like one of those girly type of blogs", you're damn straight!  I'm a girl that cries over sports, and I also whine when my nail polish smudges, my lipstick bleeds, and I can't find my size in a sweater that I love.  NO MORE football heartbreak!  MORE girl time for myself (and more crying over smudged nail polish!) 


I wonder how this plan will work out for me? I need your encouragement, girls!


P.S. Does anyone else think that Jennifer Hudson's role in STC is super fabulous? Love her!

Play until the whistle blows!

3 days.
I will be excited - and nervous.  
I will  be wasting my agency's money by surfing the web for the latest college football stories during office hours.
I will be nervously toying with my green and white football charm bracelet.
I will be wearing a collegiate tee with a black blazer, black dress pants, and heels.
I will be holding on to some kind of hope that my team, the Marshall Thundering Herd, can "play until the whistle blows" and avoid the embarrassment that the opposing team could possibly serve them - but, I have a feeling, it's not going to be as big of a beating as some of my Ohio friends suspect.
I will hope that grandpa Lou Holtz has something nice to say about the Herd, a young team with a brand new coach and a brand new outlook.
I will be defending my team to no end, as Ohio State fans badger me with ignorant, bold and disrespectful comments at the office (I'm exaggerating here - really, they're nice people.)
I will hold my head up high, because even though the Buckeyes are one of the strongest powerhouses of this college football nation, my Herd has soul, respect, and gorgeous kelly green uniforms. And awesome fans, like me.

Thursday, September 2nd, 7:30 pm

  vs. 

Say a prayer for me on Thursday night, will you? (At least I will be noshing on good food.)