Reds-Diamond: American Branch!

Fan-diorama of what made the 1990 Reds (baseball!) season so outstanding and illuminating DNA

An homage to baseball-love, inspired by the iconic American film Mr. Destiny (Michael Caine). Enjoy, 

DISCLAIMER: I've no 'formal' ties to the sports-organization referenced in this personal/private work of sports-fanfiction and cast this only as a presentation of 'American' distance(s). 

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The 1990 Reds season made Ohio quite a smash, as the fantastic team of American baseball which included fantastic batsmen/pitchers shocked the heavy-favorite Oakland team in the World Series and captured a stunning cap to a season worth the retelling. Follow along.

I've been living in Detroit, Chicago, San Diego, and Haddonfield, areas of symbolic American importance, but Cincinnati baseball remained something of a rare gem to me, since collecting Reds-cards (Upper-Deck), especially the 1990 team-set, reminded me why that season for baseball was pretty nice. Sure, it wasn't the 1985/2015 Kansas City Royals season(s)/titles, but it certainly had all the 'trimmings' of sports-diary.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a home-baseball fan, and I love collecting cards/video-games, and the 1990 Reds-season was capped that special Upper-Deck team-set which reminds me why I like posting comments on Facebook for sportsmanship excellence!

Watching the Reds season that year and the photos of the title with the athletes holding the trophy in their hands and wearing their signature victory-gear was something any fan of baseball could consider a magic-show. The sweep of the Oakland team shocked just about the majority of the American population.

DIARY: Baseball unwinds the soul, to remind you why summertime comfort(s) are hallmarks of American beauty.

Sports is excellence and confidence, and baseball-marketing is pretty American magic, and the cheerleaders who show up to make/add glitter may remind you why Western civilization makes capitalism a 'lens' for competition-IQ.

I challenged an Oakland A's fan to Facebook-chess and drew a stalemate, and he claimed he was a Martian, and I claimed what made me uniquely human was my magical love of the Reds baseball-cards (Upper-Deck), trophies/totems of the realism behind intelligence...and diary.

WIFE: Why do you collect baseball-cards, even as an adult, darling?
ME: I suppose these 'diamonds' remind you why companies like Topps/Upper-Deck inflate the mind/spirit...for distance(s)!

My wife got me this amazing red-LP player (vintage), and though it reminds me of Ford, I think it reminds me of Pete Rose (ha).

The point of this fan-diorama is rather simple/quaint --- it's 'natural' to love baseball, and it's quite obvious if you're a 'daisy' American why you'd hype that unusual 1990s Reds-season, which had generated 'excellence' in baseball-cards albums (at least for me!). Thanks for reading.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)