Honestly, what did we say? The All-Star Game was a boring, prolonged lovefest for Yankee Stadium — something we’ve had plenty of already in New York this year — hosted by a dude who doesn’t even really like baseball.

At least Sheryl Crow showed up, because at some point Sheryl Crow became the official chick-rocker of professional sports. What was the last major sporting event she wasn’t at? Maybe Sheryl Crow’s just a really famous groupie, albeit one we must begrudgingly admit has some talent.

The best part about Crow’s presence is it let us slip a Lance Armstrong joke into today’s episode, which you can watch by clicking that play button the video on the right. Maybe the no-balls thing was a cheap shot, but Lance Armstrong’s slow and steady fall from grace has been one of the most hilarious developments in a sport full of liars and cheaters and hilarious developments. It turns out every single person who has ever gotten on a bicycle has doped in some way or another — from Armstrong to Floyd Landis to that Jamaican dude who rides around the city pumping reggae from his pimped-out cruiser bike.

The troubling thing is that everyone seems to think Lance Armstrong defeated the odds to win all those bike races. Beating cancer is great, but don’t tell me that having one ball is a disadvantage in cycling. Have you ever even ridden a bike? The hardest part, by far, is figuring out how to manipulate the family jewels around that horribly uncomfortable seat. So we’re all proud of Lance Armstrong for beating death, but not for beating a bunch of other druggies and lying liars in a stupid race that no one outside of Europe cares about.

In a report in today’s Daily News, Adam Rubin quotes Chipper Jones saying he’ll miss Shea Stadium when it’s gone. Apparently Chipper also asked Jay Horwitz for a Shea memento that he can give to his son, Shea:

“I was like, ‘You’ve got to hook me up — whether it’s a seat, whether it’s a sign, something that I can put in Shea’s room.’” Jones said. “I’m going to try to get him up here this summer and walk him around before they tear it down. … It’s just been a place where I’ve really enjoyed playing.”

We’re blinded by rage. Shut up. Just shut up. We hate you enough already. Isn’t there a Hooters girl you can be impregnating right now? Shouldn’t you be busy making errors at third base?

Go figure that a redneck with a penchant for Hooters would love a cheesy, overpriced dump with crappy food.

To make matters worse, David Wright chimed in:

“When he’s healthy, he rolls out of bed and just hits,” Wright said. “He finds a way to go up there and produce. It’s amazing to have that kind of consistency over the course of his career.”

Who told you to speak? Did Jay Horwitz put you up to this? You’d think at this point, D-Wright would know enough to use his cliches for good. Shut up. Go back to telling us how wonderful and legendary Yankee Stadium is. We haven’t heard enough about it from FOX and ESPN.