I don't know about y'all, but I thought the All-Star Game sucked a big one last night. To start things off, I burned the ever-loving shit out of my hand right before the National Anthem and spent the bulk of the next hour running it under cold water and walking around cursing myself. During one of the few times that I did stop to watch the game, I had the pleasure of watching Robinson Cano see all of 2 pitches before leaving the game after taking a Matt Harvey fastball off the knee. Luckily Robbie was alright and it sounds like he's going to play on Friday, but still. I wanted to see the guy hit and turn a gnarly double play while spitting sunflower seeds, not limping off with trainers tending to him.
And then Jim Leyland. Jim, Jim, Jim. Sweet, stupid old Jim. Nothing like being able to tell my grandkids about the time I got to see the greatest closer in the history of baseball come in to his final All-Star Game to a stadium-wide standing ovation (players included) and set up for Joe Nathan in the 8th inning. Seriously Leyland, you had 2 jobs to do last night. Win the game and close it out with Mo if you had the chance. You couldn't have set yourself up any better for that chance with the way you managed those first 7 innings, and then you went and blew it.
And don't give me the stuff about "well if the NL scores a lot of runs in the 8th then Mo won't get a chance to pitch in the 9th." There was an entire bullpen full of All Stars out there. I'm pretty sure Leyland could have started the 8th with Nathan, had 2 more guys on standby if things got hairy, and had Mo warming as the emergency option. That would have been fitting and it would have made sense. Don't get me wrong, it was a great moment when Mo came out last night; one I'll definitely remember. It just didn't feel right having it come with him playing second fiddle to Joe Nathan. Worst All-Star Game ever.
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