Happy Holidays from Red Reporter

The world sure threw a lot of punches in 2016. It even claimed David Bowie, a man who had me convinced he'd be able to reinvent himself enough ways to make it to 2099 just so he and Prince could script the best song sequel in the history of music.  Prince too, man.  Prince!

As the year winds down and the holidays become the focus, I think it's only natural to do a bit of reflecting on what you have, what you've lost, and what's out there to give you cause to look forward.  The days are short, the nights are cold, and the crazy, convoluted schedules we all abide by generally squeeze us together with the ones we love - or at least the ones we grew up with, which aren't always one in the same.  This awful year in particular, I hope you Red Reporters have found your way to someplace warm and comfortable, and that you're either in great company or with great beer (though preferably both).

The Cincinnati Reds sure didn't give us much to celebrate this year, but that's far from what Red Reporter's really all about, anyway.  Yeah, we care about them.  Yeah, we probably care about them too much.  More importantly, though, Red Reporter has always kinda sorta functioned as an outlet for folks to talk about whatever it is that's running rampant through their brains.  A coffee shop, if you will, where most everyone generally likes coffee, but they're there for the conversations it spawns, not just to blindly worship some warm liquid in a cup. And while 2016 has been a general kick to the shins, we're at least happy to say that RR is still here, still pouring lukewarm cups of joe, and always anxious to find out which crazy direction we'll run off in next.

That's on you, as it always has been, and that's something certainly worth celebrating.  Many, many thanks for continuing to show up and contribute to this hairbrained conflagration, as it's still my favorite little corner of the internet.

Cheers, and Happy Holidays- however you choose to celebrate them.