Drove My Chevy to the Gas Station but the Station Was Dry

I'm not really sure the All-Star Game is over as I went into a fugue state somewhere around Dan Uggla's twelfth error, despite relishing thinking that Bud Selig must believe hell is the All-Star Game and extra innings.

But I do have to say this--why bother making a hybrid Chevy Tahoe? Is it for people who order a Vente latte half-skim? For people who don't know that Lake Tahoe isn't filled with gasoline for them to use on a hulking SUV that at "up to 50% better city fuel economy over the non-hybrid Tahoe" (according to Chevy's website) isn't much different than feeling righteous you used just a .22 and not a blunderbuss to nail that pesky mosquito on the wall?

And on a separate note, thanks, Yankee fans, for turning even the National League v. the American League into Boston v. New York, as, after all, those are the only two cities with baseball teams (just ask Fox). You know, Papelbon was pitching for the team you were supposed to be rooting for (although even as an NL fan, when Chipper Jones strikes out, my Brave-hating cockles get a bit toasty, so perhaps I'm just a hypocrite).

And on the third hand (I had four hands yesterday, so at least I'm winnowing), do note who blew the NL's original 3-2 lead: our good friend Billy "Woopsie" Wagner. Here's hoping he got that out of his system.