SAN DIEGO — During my halcyon days, when I gorged on so much halcyon my mom had to remove it from the larder, I loved baseball's All-Star Game.
Everybody I knew did — and most of the people I didn't. It was so good, popular, all full of stars, MLB actually had two of them — the second game ran from 1959-62 to aid players' pension funds, when they didn't make much money and had to moonlight on other jobs.
But I have fallen out of love with it. It sort of has the feel of most regular-season games.
