We Have Our All-Star Game Starters
Over the weekend, three thoughts clouded my mind. They were:
- If life is inherently meaningless, what can I do to give my life purpose?
- Will anyone remember me after I die?
- Who is going to start the All-Star game?
Fortunately, one of those questions have been answered. Toeing the rubber for the American League will be Justin Verlander, who is pretty darn good at throwing baseballs towards the plate. I don’t think anyone can really have a problem with this selection unless you have pitchers who throw really fast fastballs and really curvy curves and generally look great while doing.
And for the National League, Tony La Russa has selected Matt Cain. Which, because I have honest to gosh feelings for the knuckleball, makes me a little sad that Dickey wasn’t chosen. But then again, Matt Cain threw a perfect game this year. And has curly hair. And has taken charge of a Giants team that can only pull their hair out by the roots and beg god for forgiveness whenever Tim Lincecum takes the mound. So really, fine choices all around.
And the answer to those other two questions I was obsessing over is simple: This time it counts. Got that? It counts.