The All-Star Game rosters are locked in, which means the harmless fun of the Midsummer Classic is almost here everyone is pissed.
The All-Star Game used to be about mashing the champions of both circuits into each other in a gladiatorial battle for the soul of summer. Then it was about who Pete Rose was going to kill. Then it was about home field advantage in the World Series, or something.
These days, it’s about the hash tags generated in the final player vote, while simultaneously being about which groups of fans deserve to be the most red-faced and furious on a summer afternoon.