The Cincinnati Enquirer Fans hoped for one more win from the overachieving Reds, but it wasn't to be. No game today. No comebacks, no dramatics, no happy home-run calls from the radio booth.
Magic comes with an expiration date.
Take your good memories into the cool autumn night, and remember the baseball summer of '99 was better than anyone could have dreamed. One stinking game, on a drippy, Edgar Allan Poe evening, kept the Reds from a playoff opener in Atlanta today. The season that was too good to be true ultimately was just that. The New York Mets came to Cincinnati in the 163rd game of the year, and did a job on the Reds. No runs, two hits, no excuses for Cincinnati.