All-Star Game IGT 2025

[ashie62]

Agreed on all accounts. Did Matt Damon try to bring Jasson Dominguez home?

[Centerfield]

Ok so now what do we do for three days

[MFS62]

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Ok so now what do we do for three days

[Frayed Knot]

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Ok so now what do we do for three days

[Edgy MD]

I am telling you, if you get a chance to attend the ESPYs in person, don't miss out.

[Edgy MD]

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Ok so now what do we do for three days

[Fman99]

Ok so now what do we do for three days

This forced Thursday off day for all of MLB is the one I find most annoying. It used to be that 6-8 teams would play on the Thursday after the ASG. We talked about this in the latest episode of https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/mets-on-tap-episode-92-talking-all-stars/id1558213831?i=1000717489843"Mets on Tap" (but I know you all know this because you all like, subscribe, and rate us 5 stars of course) and Ceetar had the idea that there should be a single prime time game, like the Sunday night game (but with better broadcasters).



Give us something. What am I supposed to do, watch a fucking cop show ?

[Frayed Knot]

Edgy MD wrote: I am telling you, if you get a chance to attend the ESPYs in person, don't miss out.

OK, I'll bite. Why?

[Edgy MD]

I doubt it would be so much true at this point, but I went to the first or possibly the second at the Felt Forum in 1993 or 1994. The way they got big shots to appear was to put it on a weeknight adjacent to a weekend that a bunch of big shots would already be in town for the Emmys or something.



And there was just something great about being part of an after-work commuter crowd, mostly men, mostly two beers into their evening — enough to be raucous but not rowdy — having the time of their lives before taking the last train home. Strangers bonding over the stupidest shit. Seeing the pros arrive for the red carpet but seeing amateurs Heath Shuler or somebody lost at Penn Station and giving him directions to The Forum. Tons of guys buzzed, but nobody hammered. Weeknight and all.



Umpire Steve Palermo won The Most Inspirational Guy of Inspiration or something, and they showed a short (inspirational) film about him trying to rehabilitate himself from serious gunshot wounds, which ended with him stating that, while all athletes who have been hurt can't wait to get back on field and hear the cheers again, he just wanted to hear a few boos, which he identified with being an ump.



So the film ends, Palermo is introduced, and the audience jumps to their emotional feet with two seconds of clapping before in unison, booing the crap out of him. Loud, lusty booing. Probably a YOU SUCK! in there. Palermo almost collapses in laughter.



A whole night of that sort of irony and crowd culture. Just enough heckling to keep people entertained but nobody got tossed, despite a bunch of WHOSAIDTHAT?!'s and threats from ushers. And a couple of the guys I was with were among the warned. You can put all the glitz and glam on sports, but in the end, its boozy boneheads that fill the seats. And since it was year one or year two, most of the seats were papered, so the hoi polloi owned the night.