It’s the son outshining the father, the Home Run Derby and its aging All-Star Game parent.
It’s our battered attention spans, ground by technology to indifferent nubs, stubbornly pried away from Twitter and Facebook and Instagram and Snapchat and YouTube to size up a home run or two — rather than the bigger commitment to follow baseball for hours.
Those cat videos don’t post themselves, after all.
The All-Star Game is built for your dad — or your dad’s dad — in eras with fewer distractions, during a time more in step with the sport’s historical roots.