Tisha B'Av

Five hours to go for this fast.  And no, they don't get any easier with experience...

At least we've got the MLB All-Star game coming on a little later.  I remember watching my first All-Star game in 1978.  Those were the days when it seemed the American League (as a Red Sox fan, my defacto team), could not buy, beg, borrow, or steal a victory in the All-Star game.  It wasn't until the blowout win in Chicago in 1983 that things began to turn around, and 1978 was my first taste of the NL's dominance at that time of the Mid-Summer Classic.

The MVP of that game was Steve Garvey of the Dodgers.  Goose Gossage, who of course went on to break my heart in much worse ways later on that season, got rocked in this game.  I don't remember a whole lot else about the game, except Howard Cosell rambling on during the pre-game about how the American League was already in a lot of trouble because Reggie Jackson, Thurman Munson and Carl Yastrzemski all had chosen not to play in the game despite being selected.