The Washington Nationals were awarded the 2018 All-Star Game, otherwise known as the Mid-Summer Classic, on Monday in a pre-game announcement led by MLB Commissioner Rob Manfred. Ole’ Rob. Good old Robby.
It is the first All-Star game played in Washington since 1969 when we put men on the moon and most of our parents were having a dandy of a time experimenting with LSD. Manfred had this to say about the Nation’s Capital finally getting the chance to host again:
“I am pleased that the Nationals will have the opportunity to host the Midsummer Classic for the first time since Major League Baseball returned to our nation’s capital in 2005,” Manfred said. “The best sporting event of the summer, which will be held one decade after the opening of Nationals Park, will add a new chapter to the long and distinguished baseball tradition in Washington, D.C.”
Best sporting event of the summer, please. I’d agree if the All-Star game was legitimately an “All-Star Game” but anyone with half a mind and one eye can see the All Star game is only one giant popularity contest and mindless sports spectacle. It is more like a Monster Truck rally than a test of the skill and grit of the league’s best. Hell, most of the time the “league’s best” aren’t even voted in or invited. It is a pathetically broken system that we pretend works over rounds of $10 Bud Lights and debt inducing authentic jersey buying.
Hopefully we can get more than the required Nationals representative into the game. Will anyone still be around in 2018? That has yet to be determined, but somehow probably Dan Uggla.
So bring out the clowns, roger in the elephants and build the trapezes. The circus is coming to town. The annual league baring its ass and hypocrisy to the world is at hand and it’s doing it in the town that makes a living at that sort of thing.
What? What are you asking me?
Of course I’m going to try and get a ticket.