No, we're not here living on the air at WKRP in Cincinnati. The guys you're probably wondering whatever became of? Don’t worry, they're safe and sound and cared for thoroughly. I know, because I've corralled them for my annual Anti-All Star team.
See, that's the point.
Time was, many of them qualified for the real All-Star team. Then their swings slowed or their cell phones chirped or their gloves rusted. Now, as real All-Stars descend on the Queen City of Cincinnati in a few days, these poor misfits and down-in-the-mouths aren't even candidates to win Les Nessman's coveted Silver Sow award.