Jay Bruce Out 6-8 Weeks: Awesome

If you're the type of Reds' fan who doesn't like to turn your prunes into pruneade then this article isn't for you.  If you do dig an occasional glass of ice cold pruneade then read on. Jay Bruce is injured, and I am tickled pink. I see those disgusted looks,  and I can hear all of those vulgar names you are calling me (watch that mouth, Cliff).  No, it was not pretty seeing his arm swaying unnaturally in the New York breeze last Saturday night—although after about the 50th time that Faces of Death replay guy showed it, I'm no longer scarred for life. Jay, I really wish it didn't have to go down like this.  But trust and bear with me, it's for the best. If there is a single Reds' fan out there that thinks Bruce was not looking like a total boob in the batter's box, well—here's my number.  Give me a ring me once your space ship touches dow...