Not that I was prepared to watch the All Star game. I saw the introductions. I witnessed the Willie Mays dedication. I saw Haren, Peavy and Beckett. But some where after the fourth inning, I fell asleep only to wake, disoriented on the couch at 2:30 a.m.
So, I did what any red-blooded American would do, check out ESPNNews and then go back to sleep.
So the A.L. won, yet again. The home-field advantage is theirs, yet again.
It has happened so often now, I wonder why all the hoopla.
What really stinks is the fact that I have to wait a whole day before being able to witness another pitch.
This is the worst day on the sports calendar. No baseball, football, basketball. No college, no high schools, nothing.
How in the world will I survive?
My wife, however, is quite happy. She has nothing competing with her birthday wishes.
Perhaps this day is a good day afterall.

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