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The Wish To Be A Red Indian: Cincinnati Reds

Updated on June 22, 2012

The Wish To Be A Red Indian

by Robb Hoff

June 22, 2012

Playing softball for the first time in seven years left a lot to be feet don't move the way I feel like my brain is instructing them to move anymore and my eyes betray me.

I started in right-centerfield for the church league co-ed team that somehow my daughter and I are now playing for. And it was crystal clear early that I no longer have the ability to get on my horse like I used to could.

Which reminded me of this blurb by Franz Kafka while I labored more than I thought I would:

The Wish to be a Red Indian

by Franz KafkaTranslated by Willa and Edwin Muir

If one were only an Indian, instantly alert, and on a racing horse, leaning against the wind, kept on quivering jerkily over the quivering ground, until one shed one's spurs, for there needed no spurs, threw away the reins, for there needed no reins, and hardly saw that the land before one was smoothly shorn heath when horse's neck and head would be already gone.

Sounds even more alluring than it did as a college student when I somehow that I could explain so many things by comparing the literary works of Kafka and the Argentine Jorge Luis Borges.

And this wish to be a Red Indian, unbridled if not disembodied, seemed even more compelling after an inning at first base when the throws from third base and shortstop that I stretched for and dropped seemed like beach balls during their best Phil Niekro knuckle ball impersonation.

Running the bases after a hard hit and scoring a run were more like it though, but, still, too fleeting compared to how disjointed the odyssey in the field seemed.

In any event, the moral of the story is that it's all quite fleeting and most of it is ethereal, much like the Reds chance to put distance between themselves and the rest of the pack in the N.L. Central seems now that the Reds are on the verge of losing their fourth game in a row.

It's good to Reds third baseman Scott Rolen back and already swinging the lumber well again, but I got to wonder if there wasn't a better pinch running option after Rolen made it second base on a Wilson Valdez sacrifice bunt in the bottom of the ninth, only to be left stranded at third base after a Ryan Hanigan single and back-to-back strikeouts by shortstop Zack Cozart and centerfielder Chris Heisey to end the game.

Oh well, second guessing does nothing to change the outcome until the horse's neck and body are already done.

At least the Reds can ride their horse Johnny Cueto tomorrow to try to put an end to their four-game losing streak.


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