Been Through the Desert on a Horse With No Name

[DOUGHBOYS]

The All Star break is like riding through the desert on a horse with no name for four days.
Leading up to this journey, for the past three months, most every thought in my head was baseball driven.
Now, cold turkey.
I have to start thinking like a mere mortal. Talking about weather. How the job is going.
Now, thoughts going through our heads are dull.
Hell.
GIVE ME AN AT BAT!
For God's sakes, just one.
PLEASE!!!?

The All Star game has become as humdrum as watching a Championship Turtle race. Like the turtles, these players are the best of the best, yet, we can't see much difference.
And if we can't see much difference, I feel for the 'regular' fan.

I've been looking at the Home run hitting contest and the All Star game as mirages in my trek across across the desert.
They're not the water I'm thirsting for.
Hardly fulfilling.
Now?
My horse has served me well.
The desert is in the rear view mirror.
Why I rode a horse with a rear view mirror, I'll never know.
Starting lineups are coming into sight.
Now, good things are happening because of the barren waste of the last 4 days.
10 Teams are scheduled to play 17 straight days.
For the next 10 days, only four teams even have one day off.
That, well, that is a canteen full of cool, cool drinking water.

Every year, I have to take this trek. It gets longer each time.
This time I had hallucinations that Joey Votto was walking with me.
Then realizing that it probably wasn't a hallucination, Votto is always walking SOMEWHERE.
In another few hours. Life returns to normalcy.
And millions upon millions of folks in China won't care.
But I will.
So screw you, China!
You don't know what you're missing.