The Reds are just so excited to be there- like Jesse Spano excited.  Check out this melodramatic piece on

It was a room [clubhouse] awaiting a coronation. At 10:02 Tuesday night, it happened. A 15-year drought ended with one rain-making flyball. Jay Bruce hit Houston reliever Tim Byrdak’s first pitch of the ninth inning into the green grass beyond the center field wall, and that was that. A crowd of 30,151 that had waited to explode all evening finally lifted its personal roof.

A title celebration is a glorious mess, a joyous affair far closer to ”Animal House” than a royal wedding. In the Reds clubhouse, Bernie Stowe filled plastic chests with ice, champagne and 16-ounce cans of Budweiser. Bernie has only been with the Reds since 1948. He has seen a few of these. He said they do not get old.

Championships define players and divide them: Those who have championships, and those who don’t. Championships change the way players look at their careers. They win one, they don’t want to stop. The elixir of winning makes them do strange and laudable things, such as care less deeply about their statistics. 

As of 10:02 Tuesday night, the Reds were champions. 


Uh, no they aren’t.

Their enthusiasm is completely understood. Remember ’07 in Philadelphia? We acted the same way. How did that turn out? Of course anything could happen, but for the Phillies, this is just step one. Perhaps the only saving grace for the Reds is that they will get away from the hysteria at home and get to focus on the game.  A game that will be played in front of 45k crazies.

Speaking of crowds, notice how many people saw them clinch? Great American Ballpark holds 42,000. There was plenty of “winning elixir” left over.