
MLB had their Home Run Derby last night, and unless you were one of the Boys and Girls Clubs getting a piece of that giant check on display at the end, it was absolutely pointless. Prince Fielder won an event with no real ebb and flow that was marred by too many guys getting batting-practice-quality pitches and taking them, sometimes several in a row.
It was irritating on several levels. Brandon Inge, who had no business being there, didn’t leave the yard once. and The rules didn’t make any sense, including the “five-swing” first-round tiebreaker. The players didn’t wear their caps, which is fine, because the league-specific caps were ugly. And the charitable promotions and energy drink product placements, each seemed to be more nauseating than the one before it.
But the biggest bust of the night was ESPN’s Ball Track, or as I called it last night, SpermBall. If you didn’t see it, it was a direct ripoff of FOX’s “glow puck” from the 1990s. It was one of those silly colorful CG things that hadn’t been totally debugged and, worse, added nothing to the telecast, which was beyond salvation. The silver lining of it all is that the All-Star Game is tonight, and it couldn’t possibly be worse than a Home Run Derby game that will need a serious overhaul before next summer.


Home Run Derby was on lastnight? So sad I missed it.
::eyes roll::
The worst part: listening to Berman and Morgan
the best part: the KSK live glog
Nothing beats the celebrity softball game. Whether it be Gary Thorne fucking up everyone’s name or Bob Knight trying to fuck Shawn Johnson or even Andy Richter going yard, that game is fantastic.
It doesn’t need to be overhauled. It’s the fucking homerun derby. Who cares?
They should have an umpire calling strikes, if you take a strike it is an out. It would speed things up. And instead of shitty kids playing the outfield there should be lingerie models.
wake me up when the all star break is over, umkay?
@Enrico — between that and Celebrity Jeopardy, Andy is quickly becoming the Bo Jackson of charity events.
I spent the evening imagining more balls bouncing against Erin Andrew’s chin.
Ahhhhh, Erin Andrews…the smoke from the friction of me wakin’ it as fast as I could when she was on for 6 seconds at a time set off my fire detector like 5 times.
/applies icepack to groin