I'll admit, I got sick of the All-Star Game in the 11th inning.
In the 13th inning, I wondered aloud "Oh my god. Where is Juan Rincon when you need him?!" Because at that point, I officially stopped caring who won. I just wanted to go to bed.
Sure, I'm glad the A.L. won. Although, player-wise, aside from Joe-Squared and Justin, there were more players I like (or, more accurately, fewer players I despise) on the NL team. And there were a couple moments where I secretly hoped Dan Uggla would put one over the wall, just to redeem himself. That poor kid.
[Side note: Doesn't it seem like maybe the lineups should be flip-flopped and the top vote-getting All-Star position players should enter the game in the 4th or 5th inning to end it? I know it would wreck the opening line-up announcement fanfare, but I think it'd be worth it.]
Justin scoring the winning run was pretty sweet though, and ultimately worth staying awake for.
The one thing that this game put into crystal clear focus is the ridiculousness of the Yankees fans. Rivalry, Schmivalry. The jackass-y booing is one thing when the Red Sox and Yankees are playing each other in a division series, because I don't have to watch it. I avoid those ESPN games like the plague. But the All-Star game? Seriously? Grow up and give it a break. Of course of the introduction of the Rays players was even worse....pettiness on parade. Sheesh.