It’s 2:30 pm in Cincinnati, three hours before Game 3 between the Giants and Reds and I am in the press box early — lot of writers are here already. The sun is kissing the green field as Giants do wind sprints in left field and Reds play catch down the right field line. There is a game to be played. All the pregame talk soon will stop because ball speaks for itself.
This is a compact ballyard, lovely in its way. Red seats, something that looks like a river boat built into the structure behind center field. And behind that the Ohio River — I think it’s the Ohio River. It’s narrow and placid, and on the other side is Covington, Kentucky where I’m staying. The hills are green — no fall colors yet — and everything looks lush and inviting and ready.