It's the All-Star Break, normally a time for lemonade, pick-up ball games at the local municipal park and sneaking into extra movies at the multiplex. Ah, innocent childhood.
But The Cooler today is not a place of joy. As an adult, the All-Star Break means no box scores, you still have to go to work, and your parents aren't paying your cable bill anymore. Plus, my team is 13 games under .500 and more lifeless than network TV in the summertime.