All-Star Game musings...

The 2004 All-Star Game is in the books with the American League victorious. May I begin by saying that the whole "This one counts" aspect is total bullshit and a pathetic way to ensure that the game never ends in a tie. The real way to make sure that never happens is to kick Bud Selig's ass out the door in favor of a real commish.

The Crew, composed of Scott Robinson, Sami Bull, Seed and myself, took the trip down to T's Pub on Comm Ave for the action. T's is usually a good place to catch the action, but they were severely understaffed for a Tuesday night. How does one define "understaffed"? Try ONE waitress for the entire place. They do have their upsides however, by catering to the college budget. Bud drafts for $2.25 means that you can get fucked up for less money.

During the school year, they also have a deal on food. $2.50 for a cheeseburger and fries with all the fixins. Seed decided to shine on dinner in favor of the cheeseburger combo. The look on his face when the waitress informed him that they didn't have that anymore...well, it can only be likened to someone who just got kicked in the balls. Needless to say, he was surly from that point forward.

MasterCard had their promotion where some schlub who can't throw a baseball has a chance to win $1 Million. He is "coached" by Nolan Ryan to try and complete this task. What is Nolan Ryan going to tell some clown who has never thrown a ball before in his life? "Hurry up and try not to make an ass out of yourself"? It's pointless. And how do they find an American man every year who can't throw a baseball? I've never seen anyone who can actually throw in one of these contests. As it turns out, this clown actually did it. He got 5 or 6 balls through the hole in the tarp at home plate in 30 seconds. Mind you, during the entire 30 seconds, Seed is screaming that the hole did not represent a true strike zone. And this is before he had any beer...

I'll say this about the All-Star Game: I loved the ad campaign. The whole Blues Brothers theme was great. I couldn't figure out why they didn't do it last year though. After all, the All-Star Game was in Chicago last year...which is where Blues Brothers takes place.

It was nice to see Muhammed Ali out there. Even with the Parkinson's Disease, he can still rope-a-dope.

Fox continued their shameless self-fellatio, self-promotion nonsense. Was nobody else available to sing "The National Anthem" and "God Bless America" besides American Idol finalists? Fuck that! Wasn't there any native Texan who could have sang? And another thing, from now on anyone who sings "The Star Spangled Banner" is not allowed to fuck with it. No more ad-libbing or throwing scales in there or dragging it out or any of that shit. Just sing the fucking song. It's not our fault that your 15 minutes of fame are almost over. Whitney Houston understood this before she was all coked up when she sang it at Super Bowl XXV. She sang arguably the greatest rendition at any sports venue. So we're all on the same page...better talent, preferably not connected to Fox, and no more fucking with the song. No more of this Fox self-promo bullshit either. Where were Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie? I was expecting them to show up to do whatever the hell it is that they do. I was waiting for Ron Silver to come out at some point just to say, "His father is the District Attorney!" Lord knows we all heard that too much during the 2003 post-season. And while I'm at it...fuck Jeanne Zelasko and Kevin Kennedy. They suck too.

Roger Clemens gave up 6 runs in the first inning, and then is brought back out later in the game to receive an award. As Seed pointed out, it resembled a golden dildo. I'm sure he really wanted to come back out after allowing the AL to hit for the cycle in one inning.

Two people separated at birth: Gary Sheffield and BU basketball captain Matt Turner.

A new feature to the Blog is the Random Shout Out. This was started a few years ago by my HS friend Sean Smith who just felt like giving out some random props. This Random Shout Out goes out to "The Scandal" himself, Mr. Randy Brochu. We saw Randy along with Russell Rubin last night at T's, and a good time was had by all. Debating
sports and rehashing stories never gets old.

The Award for Most Drunk goes to Sami Bull.

One final note to cap this all off...Major League Baseball needs to end interleague play. It's done. Thanks for playing. It used to be that AL and NL teams only squared off during the World Series. And that was good. But baseball always finds ways to fuck up good things. AL East and Central teams only have one home-and-away series against each other this season, and that's bullshit. End the interleague play.

But then again, what do I know?