Baseball Sadness

It is a sad day for baseball... Well I guess I should say its a bad day for me.

The sad day for baseball was the day the Mitchell report came out confirming the drug culture that was going on in our beloved American pastime. Many names were in the report, some big, some not so big...

but one bigger than them all...

Hal Morris.

Dude was first base for the Reds from 1990-1997 and then 1999 after a year with the Royals. And now all of a sudden you can find him on what I believe is page 4 of the Mitchell report.

Now for all of us Reds fans out there we all have our favorites, Ive had the conversations many times: "Chris Sabo was the MAN" or "Barry Larkin will always be my hero" or "Reggie Sanders had a home run at this one game I went to..."

You can talk to older Reds fans with Bench, Dibble, Foster.
Kids talk about Dunn, Griffey, or Arroyo.
Everyone in the 513, 937, or 859 area codes loves Pete Rose.

Well my guy was Hal Morris. And it still will be. The guy made me love baseball. He threw me a ball at one of my first games on his way back to the dugout. My roommate in college got an autographed 1991 Card of him for me. AND I still have that baseball.

But when I saw his name, my heart dropped a little.

So like I said... Baseball sadness.