I don't often have brilliant ideas. That's probably a bit of an understatement. But I swear I had a great one involving the All-Star Game that I rolled out every July.
At least I did until the last two years -- now my genius inspiration has become somewhat obsolete thanks to the easily blamable Ned Yost.
Stick with me, and I'll explain.
You have to go back to 2002, also known as "The Buddy Groom Era in Birdland," when I had my epiphany.
