Watching the Reds play the Diamondbacks feels to me like the philosophical battle of Adam Dunn versus Dusty Baker. Dunn, stoically accepting ball four, while Baker twitches in the dugout, muttering about clogged basepaths.
So when the Reds loaded the bases in the ninth, I was torn. “What will winning accomplish?” I thought.
But then Jerry Hairston, Jr. struck out swinging to lose by one, and the question was made moot.
Good to see Dunn again, though, isn’t it? If you stay up this late.