Post by Cool Papa Con on Jun 22, 2024 6:04:38 GMT -6
I have a number of baseball pages I follow on Facebook and came across this article. Suddenly, the state of the Cincinnati Reds as I’ve understood it throughout my lifetime made TONS of sense. This franchise has a curse, and it’s the Baseball Gods who’ve cursed it.
Schott just kept shooting herself in the foot
They’ve done little, to nothing since…
Schott just kept shooting herself in the foot
CINCINNATI -- The 1990 World Series was set to start within the hour, and in her private box above Riverfront Stadium, Marge Schott paced and smoked without a pause. Her nervousness was understandable. This would be her defining moment as owner of the oldest franchise in professional baseball.
Her team, the Cincinnati Reds, would ultimately do its part in high style, sweeping the much-favored Oakland A's for a resounding triumph that, under less compromising circumstances, would have bestowed upon Schott the unofficial title that she so evidently craved -- queen of the Queen City.
For her, the world championship was a double-jeweled crown, a sacred artifact for Cincinnati and a glittering symbol for the personal achievement of a bold woman in an old-boys' world.
It would be, she hoped, the centerpiece of her legacy.
And yet, as she paced and puffed that early October evening nine years ago, Schott couldn't imagine how defining the moment would turn out to be. Now, just days after she grudgingly signed the team over to Carl Lindner and his partners, we can look back over her 15 controversial years and see that the 1990 World Series was Marge Schott in a nutshell.
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Even as the Series ended in unexpected glory, Schott couldn't step aside and let the legacy write itself. She was so angry that the Reds won in four games -- owners don't start making most of their money until the fifth -- that she refused to buy food or drinks for the celebration party. She fussed and fumed all the way home.
Her team, the Cincinnati Reds, would ultimately do its part in high style, sweeping the much-favored Oakland A's for a resounding triumph that, under less compromising circumstances, would have bestowed upon Schott the unofficial title that she so evidently craved -- queen of the Queen City.
For her, the world championship was a double-jeweled crown, a sacred artifact for Cincinnati and a glittering symbol for the personal achievement of a bold woman in an old-boys' world.
It would be, she hoped, the centerpiece of her legacy.
And yet, as she paced and puffed that early October evening nine years ago, Schott couldn't imagine how defining the moment would turn out to be. Now, just days after she grudgingly signed the team over to Carl Lindner and his partners, we can look back over her 15 controversial years and see that the 1990 World Series was Marge Schott in a nutshell.
…
Even as the Series ended in unexpected glory, Schott couldn't step aside and let the legacy write itself. She was so angry that the Reds won in four games -- owners don't start making most of their money until the fifth -- that she refused to buy food or drinks for the celebration party. She fussed and fumed all the way home.
They’ve done little, to nothing since…
