Because I'm up already...

Ah, the Cincinnati sports scene. Forever a second-class city...

For the first time in my ten years here in town, the Cincinnati Bengals look to be turning things in a positive direction. Carson Palmer, Rudi Johnsons, TJ Hushmaicantspellhisname, Chad Johnson, and a whole bunch of interceptions are making Cincy look like the second or third best team in football this year, even prompting some sports writers to annoint them as the team that might beat the Colts. Of course, I'm pretty much just following the Team Formerly Known as the Bungles because they're helping my fantasy team - the Hedley Lamarrs - to an 11-2 record and #1 seed heading into this weekend's playoffs (thank you Carson Palmer, Rudi Johnson, and the defense).

But to balance things out, the Cincinnati Redlegs have taken a further turn for the worse. I'm actually okay with the recent trading of Sean Casey - he's beloved here in town, but he's not a great player. He's a good player who was becoming too expensive for a team that has a small-market budget. But trading for Tony Womack is about as dumb a move as the team could have made. He's got an awful on-base percentage. He's old enough that he's certainly not going to be a part of Cincinnati's future. The only way this turns out to be good is if he has a hot first month and ends up getting traded for better prospects (a la Joe Randa).

The Reds stink.

Oh, and as an addendum to yesterday's Masque of the White Death post, I do have a snowday today. Apparently, I'm always wrong.