It's the most wonderful weekend
I'm not as excited about All-Star Weekend as I've been in the past, mostly because I'm not surrounded by friends helping me pretend it's an occasion. That doesn't mean, though, that I'm above catching the fever when I get all dreamy inside, like when I heard this 1989 commemorative track posted on cocaine blunts today. You'll never guess who was responsible for this excessively (almost perversely) by-the-numbers salute to the players, coaches, and staff of that year's grand old time.
Really, I'm speechless.