"Aw heck. I swung so hard my dentures fell out."
First off, here's a little trivia for you: from 1935-1946, the managers of the AL and NL teams picked their entire All-Star roster from top to bottom.
I'm willing to bet if the skippers had any say in the creation of this logo, they'd deny it vehemently.
This logo is wrong on multiple levels.
There is no location.
It's dirty silver in color—thankfully not brown, but perhaps the next worst thing.
It resembles an ill-conceived unit of change—one that isn't worth a wooden nickel.
If the Lone Ranger's horse was this kind of "silver," he'd just walk.
And perhaps the worst part: where are the batter's teeth? I've heard of swinging so hard that "you come out of your shoes"—but dude, for crying out loud, keep those choppers in your food hole, will ya? Please?
You're freaking us all out, man.
Fear not Philly fandom: in a mere 66 years from this All-Star Game, you'd land Cliff Lee—the first time.