Journal: Brown's foggy All-Star memories

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Hello everybody from Indianapolis, home of the ... Colts? Does that work? Oh yeah, and Hoosiers.

It's an interesting time in Minor League Baseball because All-Star games are coming around the corner and I've been asked to share my thoughts about these combines of talent.

First off, you might recall last year's Eastern League All-Star game was fogged out! It got to the point in the first inning where I was terrified to even attempt to hit because I could barely see the pitcher's release point out of his hand.

They finally called it in the third inning when I was on deck and they had just brought in a sidearm lefty. He came trotting down to mound with a grin on his face, probably because he knew I had no shot of making solid contact. I had a better shot of finding Bin Laden in a cave.

Anyway, the umpiring crew called it because the at-bat before the pitching change, somebody hit a shallow pop fly and everybody in the outfield ducked and ran for cover, reminiscent of the scene in Braveheart with a million flying arrows raining down on their shields.

But hey, at least we got to get back to Mohegan Sun, a beautiful hotel/casino, quicker that night. Now that I think about it, all that really meant was I'd lose my money even quicker.

This year's Triple-A All-Star Game is being held in Louisville, and I'm sure the weather will be great and they'll do a great job.

I will probably not be going, as most All-Star teams don't take under-performing first basemen. Pretty sure .280 with a lack of production doesn't cut it, although I hear the All-Star team needs a towel boy and someone to rush Gatorade out to the umpires. So I'm crossing my fingers. I give myself tough love, can you tell?

But if I had to guess, I'm pretty sure Mike Hessman or Brad Eldred will win the home run derby. Just a hunch, seeing as those two could probably swing a hockey stick and hit a baseball farther than most.

The next time I write to you guys, I will be close to being a new father, and I couldn't tell you how excited I am. I have a little baby boy on the way and it really puts things into perspective for me, and I'm happy I'm starting to see that.

Suddenly an 0-for-4 day doesn't hurt as much as it used to because there are more important things in life, like playing good defense and running the bases! Ha ha, just kidding -- pretty sure the missus isn't going to like that one.

Thanks for reading!