One big swing ends 15 years of futility for Reds

An hour later, the Cincinnati Reds’ long overdue party was still

going full-spray in the infield.

MVP candidate Joey Votto puffed on a soggy cigar and blew clouds

of smoke into the cool night air. Mohawk-adorned outfielder Jonny

Gomes traipsed across the grass in a white robe that covered his

beer-and-champagne-soaked uniform. Players gathered for an

impromptu celebration photo on the mound.

And Jay Bruce? In the back row of the photo, but hardly in the

background of team history. Not after he’d just ended 15 years of

futility with one dramatic swing.

Bruce led off the bottom of the ninth inning with a homer on the

first pitch, bringing Cincinnati its first title since 1995 with a

3-2 win over the Houston Astros on Tuesday night.

”When he hit that one up there, there was a big sigh of relief

and the party was on,” manager Dusty Baker said. ”I’m as happy as

a man can be. This is sweet. This is a special group, special guys

and a special feeling.”

And a special ending.

The Reds celebrated their NL Central title a day after

Philadelphia clinched its fourth straight NL East title – no

surprise there. But the Reds’ recent history made them a most

unexpected playoff team.

Cincinnati hadn’t reached the postseason since 1995, when Davey

Johnson took them to the NL championships series, then lost his job

because owner Marge Schott didn’t like him.

After that, the Reds lost their way.

The team went through three owners, five general managers and

seven managers without once making it back to the postseason. They

came close in 1999 under Jack McKeon, losing a playoff for the wild

card to the Mets. Ken Griffey Jr. arrived the following year,

raising expectations for a long run of division titles.

Instead, the bottom fell out.

Griffey came and went. The Reds plunged into a streak of nine

straight losing seasons, their worst in a half-century. Nobody gave

them much chance to overtake the defending champion St. Louis

Cardinals.

They got into the race in May and didn’t crack, pulling away at

the end.

A crowd of 30,151 – well above average for a weekday night –

showed up to see the Reds secure the title on their first try at

home. Fans reveled when left-hander Aroldis Chapman hit 101 mph

while retiring the side in the ninth, a preview of those playoff

appearances to come.

Then, Bruce quickly ended the game and started the party with

his second career game-ending homer off Tim Byrdak, raising both

index fingers as he rounded the bases.

Eight years after Great American Ball Park opened, the home

clubhouse was about to get soaked for the first time.

”There’s nothing like it,” said Bruce, receiving eye-stinging

sprays from bottles of champagne and 24-ounce cans of beer.

Across the clubhouse, owner Bob Castellini cradled a box of

cigars in his left arm and a bottle of champagne in his right hand,

blinking away errant drops of spray.

”We’re not finished, but it doesn’t get any better than this,”

Castellini said.

It was an emotional night for Baker, who won his fourth division

championship as a manager.

He joined Bill McKechnie as the only managers to take three NL

teams to the playoffs. Nine have taken three different teams to the

playoffs overall – McKechnie, Johnson, Tony La Russa, Jim Leyland,

Billy Martin, Lou Piniella, Joe Torre and Dick Williams also did

it.

Baker’s father, Johnnie, died last November after a long illness

and was never far from his mind on Tuesday.

”It’s really special for me this year because I think about my

dad a lot,” he said. ”Last year was very difficult. Every

midnight call I got I thought was about my dad. He wasn’t supposed

to live past the All-Star break, then he wasn’t supposed to live

until August, then he wasn’t supposed to live until September. He

lasted until I got home.

”So I just knew when the season started that my dad was with me

big-time.”

The Reds won’t be a postseason favorite, given their

inexperience and their struggles against other top teams. They’ve

gone 58-28 against losing teams, only 30-41 against those with .500

or better records.

For them, just getting there was a soppy breakthrough.