tonight, if you didn't know, is the all star game. it marks the halfway point of the baseball season, roughly half the summer. in theory, this means that we are halfway closer to the bullshit that always comes in october at the end of the world series.

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. ~A. Bartlett Giamatti, "The Green Fields of the Mind," Yale Alumni Magazine, November 1977