All-Star hangover

For the third night in a row, I stayed up way past my bed time except last night wasn't for a good reason: The All-Star Game.

I know what you're thinking: "But ... but ... Modern Gal, it's baseball! Baseball is always a good reason to stay up!"

Not true. Consider the following:

1. The outcome of the All-Star Game hasn't changed in 12 years.
2. By the second inning, Joe Buck had already told me five times that it was the fourth and final ASG at Yankee Stadium. It's a good time he told me about a hundred more times through the rest of the game or I might have forgotten that they're tearing down Yankee Stadium. Facists.
3. Who is Geovany Soto?
4. By the third inning, I'd heard Josh Hamilton's story twice. Which brings the total number of times I've heard Josh Hamilton's story up to about 68.
5. Brad Lidge has a way of getting owned in important situations. See also: 2005 NLCS, game 5, 2005 World Series game 2.
6. By the 10th inning, Dan Uggla had already racked up two errors. I certainly didn't need to see a third one.

National League, I've been very cranky today, thanks to a lack of sleep and an overdose of Joe Buck and Tim McCarver (yes, yes, I know both have connections to St. Louis baseball and McCarver is a fellow native Memphian; that doesn't make them any easier to listen to.)

That means you're on notice. The entire dang league.