Cincinnati, OH gave birth to the Ass Ponys, ‘The Hospital Records Story’ and The Customs. And with that history in mind, there is no excuse for the following reportage by the Cincinnati Enquirer’s John Fay, nor the accompanying photograph.
The Reds’ coolness factor increased about 4 p.m. Tuesday afternoon.
That’s when pitcher Bronson Arroyo walked into the clubhouse, Red Sox bag over his shoulder, energy drink in hand, blond hair fashionably swept back.
“Our karaoke team just got better,” reliever Kent Mercker said.
2 thoughts on “What Passes For Cool In Cincinnati”
I’m fairly certain he’s wearing rollerblades in that photograph, although it’s cropped such that I can’t be sure. But I’m going with my gut on this one.
Which reminds me of a classic story about a cool rollerblading kid from the big city and his problems upon moving to straight-laced Cincinnati. I’m speaking, of course, of Michelangelo Antonioni’s Airborne.
What does the red bracelet mean?
“Live (for) Dong”?
“I Really Go For Mosaic T-Shirts”?