Nothing says Cincinnati like a football game in June between the all-stars of the east side and west side. I'm currently in the corner seat in a press box full of middle-aged men talking about the Reds as we all devor hot wings and Saratoga chips. I bet they are from Montgomery Inn. A cooler of soda accompanies these treats.

Even though one reporter goes to my old church and one has covered a lot of the same games I have, I feel like the new kid that skipped a few grades on my first day of school. Everyone knows each other and has reported football games before. I'm an awkward newcomer.

I expect to be making many east-west stereotypes in my head tonight.