Yeah you all should know what comes after that quote. Our good friend King Leonidas proceeds to Tae Bo the heck out of that Persian messenger and send him into the depths. As much as I would love to dedicate a blog to the 300 Spartans, that kind of madness is not what this post is about.
You all know him, you all might love him. Jon Rothstein’s “This is March” tweets have become infamously famous(is that even a thing?) The reference being to the NCAA tournament and granted, March does have it’s fair share of madness with some of the biggest examples coming this year.
- UMBC being the first EVER 16 seed to upset a 1 seed
- Loyola-Chicago making it to the Final Four as an 11 seed
- Sister Jean becoming the biggest international celebrity of the tournament
- Plenty of buzzer beaters, massive dunks, etc.
- St. Patrick’s Day
Yeah, one of those doesn’t necessarily fit in with the others, but the point is that March does have some solid examples of madness.
However if we look at the definition of madness that apply to this post it reads this:
- Extremely foolish behavior
- A state of frenzied or chaotic behavior
The madness I refer to is the beginning of Cincinnati Reds baseball. I have and plan to write about the Cincinnati Reds every single year(shameless plugs continue) because of how much I love the Reds and the city of Cincinnati.
“There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”
Friedrich Nietzsche was not talking about baseball when he said these words, of that I am certain. Little did he know that when he said those words that they would perfectly describe the game of baseball. Some people think that I am foolish for loving the Reds so much when all they’ve given me is heartbreak thus far in life. I say to them they must not know true allegiance. Being a Reds fan isn’t necessarily about watching a winning team every year though.
It’s the nights at the ballpark with friends. It’s listening to Marty and Joe on the radio with Dad in the backyard and going inside to watch the game on Fox Sports Ohio when it gets too dark to keep tossing the baseball. It’s the God awful FSO commercials. It’s bonding over the team and the city with friends met 100 miles away from home. It’s Crosley field, Riverfront Stadium, Cinergy Field, and now Great American Ballpark.
It’s walking along the river bank before or after a game. It’s the first baseball team ever. It’s the 7th inning stretch. It’s perfect games, no hitters, and grand slams. It’s lemon chills, frosty malts, peanuts, Skyline, and that one vendor that sings about “IIIICCCCEEEE COOOOOOOOOOOOOLD Beer”
It’s 4192. It’s the Holy Grail on a gameday. It’s the Big Red Machine. It’s Johnny Bench, Ken Griffey Sr., Ken Griffey Jr., Barry Larkin, Tom Browning, and i’ll stop now because I could go on for quite a while.
Obviously being a Reds fan means that I want them to win. I want to beat the Cubs from Chicago, I want to sink the jolly roger from Pittsburgh, I want to empty the kegs from Milwaukee, and I want to crush the dirty birds from St. Louis. Please, beat the Cardinals.
Cincinnati Reds baseball represents everything great about the entire city of Cincinnati.
Granted there are aspects of the actual game that is being played in that 90′ diamond that skirt on the edge of madness.
- 4 home runs in one game?? Yes it may have thrown me into a frenzy, but that is more history than madness
- Going from first to home on a single? That’s just plain fast
- Throwing 100 mph fastballs? Defying the laws of physics
- Having the fastest player in baseball on your team but he can’t get on base? Maddening…not madness though
- Thinking that one of the greatest hitters in the history of the game of baseball isn’t good because he walks too much(thanks twitter)? Okay, now that might be madness
But through all the things that can drive me crazy as a Reds fan, I will still be here each and every year. Anticipating Opening Day more than Christmas just like every Cincinnati-an does. Because Lord knows that the madness of rooting for the Cincinnati Reds will all be worth it once we hoist that World Series trophy, and the city of Cincinnati erupts not into madness, but pure euphoria.
Rounding Third, and Heading for Home.