Today's links can't decide if the All-Star break is too long, or not long enough ...
- David Price and Ubaldo Jimenez? Really? Could the managers have been more obvious? Jimenez leads the National League with 15 wins. Price (co-)leads the American League with 12 wins. Jimenez hasn't been one of the three best pitchers in the National League. Price hasn't been one of the five best pitchers in the American League. The more things change ...
- From Baseball Happenings, some memories of 1967 All-Stars, who played (or in some cases somehow didn't play) in the longest All-Star Game.
- One (among many) of the nice things about going to the ballpark is that one is forced to focus on this game, right here. No flipping around. And to really appreciate the Mariners yesterday, you really had to be there (or at least watch every moment on TV). Their starting pitcher threw three wild pitches. Their fielders were charged with two errors, and also lost two fly balls in the sun. Their third baseman was handcuffed by a hot grounder (but wasn't given an error). Considering how many fly balls were caught at the wall -- six, by my count -- in a smaller ballpark they might have set some sort of team record. It was the sort of performance that has, over the years, occasionally gotten managers fired.
- From the Department of Calling Neyer's B.S. we've got this wonderful entry (in fairness to Neyer, though, he was merely repeating B.S. he heard on the TV last week).
- Same Department, different B.S. as Tango runs some BABiP numbers and we learn that Neyer shouldn't be so eager to make bets.
- What do you do, with three days and just one baseball game? Why, that's easy: Courtesy of Tom Ruane and Retrosheet, you can finally catch up on the 1940s.
- From Yahoo! Sports' Steve Henson, a really nice piece about the the San Diego-area traveling team that featured Stephen Strasburg (who had some issues), Mike Leake and various other.
- Carson Cistulli with the shocking news that poems and baseball games are actually quite different.
- A portrait of Portland, just slightly inaccurate ("Little Beirut"?), where Major League Soccer has trumped Triple-A baseball.