Some of my favorite memories as a child were from the Major League All-Star Game, the Mid-Summer classic. Not only did you get to see all of the biggest stars from
both leagues, but the teams played the game as if the game meant something. I did my best to keep score, and stayed up way too late, but I think my parents understood that this was a special night.
One of those Mid-Summer Classics of my childhood still sticks out in my mind. It was the
1967 All-Star Game, played in Anaheim, California. That night, the game went 15 innings, and I watched every single pitch. And at the end of that game, in the fifteenth inning, the following stars were still in the game: Willie Mays, Hank Aaron, Roberto Clemente, Orlando Cepeda, Brooks Robinson, Harmon Killebrew, Tony Oliva and Carl Yastrzemski. Of those names, all were starters except shockingly, for Willie Mays, who was not voted by the fans to be a starter and entered the game in the 6th inning. What drama! Some of the biggest sluggers in the game, coming up several times in extra innings, with the fate of the game on the line.
In 1967, the teams played like the wanted to win, badly. The managers managed like they wanted to win, badly. The biggest stars were still in the game in the 15th inning.
Today, the All-Star game is still special, but it has come down a few notches. Despite what the players and managers say now, they don’t play or manage like they want to win. The best players only play a couple of innings, and then they have the rest of the night off. In fact, Barry Bonds was scheduled to have just two at-bats last night. How is that managing like you want to win? How is that playing like you want to win? In fact, the main goal of the managers now seems to be to make sure virtually everyone on the team gets to play in the All-Star Game, which is quite different than managing to win.
Now, instead of seeing the biggest stars in the game in the late innings when the game is on the line, we see second-tier and third-tier stars. The drama just isn’t the same. And last night, NL Manager Tony LaRussa’s failure to put first-tier star Albert Pujols into the game with the bases loaded, two outs in the bottom of the ninth and the NL trailing by 1 run, is inexplicable and rubs salt into my own personal All-Star Game wounds. Instead we saw second or third-tier stars like
Orlando Hudson and Aaron Rowand come up with the bases loaded.
Imagine instead the drama if Pujols had been up. Imagine if sluggers Barry Bonds and Ken Griffey, Jr. and David Wright and Prince Fielder had still been in the National League line-up. It breaks my heart to see the game so degraded. The All-Star Game doesn’t mean what it used to. Now, it is an exhibition game and nothing more, and unless there are dramatic changes to the way the game is played and managed, baseball might as well cancel the game.
Perhaps the only redeeming value of the All-Star Game now, in these days of 24 hour sports channels, is the tribute to legends of the past. In 1999, we saw a touching tribute to Ted Williams at the All-Star Game. Last night baseball put on a memorable and touching tribute to Willie Mays. Last night, after the players were announced, they walked out to centerfield in San Francisco’s new ballpark, and then Willie Mays entered the field from behind the outfield fence. Willie Mays, in centerfield, in San Francisco! What a thrill! And then, today’s players followed Mays as he walked back toward the infield — today’s players symbolically following in Mays’s footsteps. A fitting tribute to the man who was my boyhood idol, and to a man who was thought by many to be the best baseball player ever.