HBT Daily: Two All-Star Game haters talk about the All-Star Game
Jul 5, 2011, 1:33 PM EDT
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- Jonny 5 - Jul 5, 2011 at 2:08 PM
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I like where Hockey went with the All star game a bit more than how Baseball does it.
“During the 2010-2011 season, the NHL announced a change to the way the teams were selected, modeled after drafts in fantasy sports. The conference vs conference (East vs West) approach was replaced by a player draft, conducted by the All-Star players themselves, to determine the rosters for each team. The captains for each team now select players from a combined pool of both fan balloting and the NHL Hockey Operations Department.”
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- danberman4 - Jul 5, 2011 at 4:37 PM
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Anytime I see the term “fantasy sports” my eyes glaze over.
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- danberman4 - Jul 5, 2011 at 10:06 PM
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Seriously, I always watch the All-Star Game. More a tradition with a friend than a statement about how great the game is.
http://pinetarandbrickbats.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-star-addiction.html
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- vanquish0916 - Jul 5, 2011 at 2:40 PM
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“It’s hard to get it up for the All-Star game” heh
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- FC - Jul 5, 2011 at 2:44 PM
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Now THAT’s something interesting. The managers should crack of number boosters from Topps and start drafting as if it were a Magic: The Gathering tournament. As a matter of fact they should PLAY with the cards in a simulated game and not risk the actual players. We adjust their stats according to their performance up till now.
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- dailyrev - Jul 5, 2011 at 7:15 PM
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remember when they tried to sell us on a senior league? This must have been 20, 25 yrs. ago, and I loved watching it — not because it was fun to see once-good players again, but because they were so delightfully ordinary in their old age. You can’t identify with stars, but an all-clod game would be endearing. All the ‘Stros except for Wandy and Pence; the Cubbies’ you-take-it-I-got-it OF; gascans from the Balt. and Toronto pens. Fantasy players could choose their rosters based on who they think will do worst, and you win by losing.
We’re a nation of the ordinary: cubicle dwellers and Wal-Mart greeters and marketing executives with bad golf swings. We love clods; that’s what we are as Americans. In its early years, Shea Stadium would fill with people anxious to see the further antics of Choo-Choo Coleman, a man who, in the immortal words of Angell, played catcher “like a man fighting off a swarm of bees.” We need an all-clod game.
