You cannot not love Corey Hart. He’s so tall when he takes a three step lead off a base, he’s halfway there. He’s got some sweet tattoos. He plays new country as his batter up music, because, you see, he’s from Kentuck’a. He’s “the son of a third generation farmer…”

And now, thanks to his hard work and ours, he’s an All-Star.

In Corey’s second game ever at Miller Park, and his second game ever in the Major Leagues, he crushed a 3-run homer. After he played half the season with the Crew in 2006, my friend Dan went out and bought a Hart jersey. Really? This guy? Are you just doing it for the “I wear my sunglasses at night” jokes? No, Dan was a true believer from the beginning.

My line on Corey Hart has always been that he’s like that one kid on your baseball team as a child who was lanky, sort of goofy-looking, with a quiet voice… but who could straight-up play. As the short, scrappy kid who was a hit with the ladies, I was usually that kid’s pal — and we see C-Hart and J.J. are good friends.

When The Other J.J. and I were at Sabathia’s debut on Tuesday, it seemed just as much as Corey’s coronation as CC’s. The screen showed Manny Parra and Carlos Villanueva explaining why he should be an All-Star, and all the stadium staff, including P-House, sported “I Hart New York” t-shirts. There was a “Hart” in a heart painted behind home plate.

By now I’m sure you’ve seen Corey’s reaction to becoming an All-Star — along with Sheets and Braun, who might both start — thanks to the fans votes at the post-game press conference yesterday… and you might have reacted to the scene the way Posh Tosh did yesterday:

“Aww, what a cute little girl… OH MY GOD LOOK OUT WHAT ARE THEY DOING?!?!”

I was laughing. I think people were surprised, but not offended once they took a second to think about it. The Journal-Sentinel actually used its access to produce a thoughtful (surprise!) take on the celebration. When you’re close with your family, and when you take your kids to the game and let them run the bases every Sunday, they’re going to catch a few moments of the growns-ups being real. They are the Brewers, after all.

But a day later, I’m thinking: “Save it for the playoffs, guys.”

I’ll leave you with lyrics from a song in my favorite musical (“It’s about baseball! — and Satan!”):

You’ve gotta have Hart
All you really need is Hart
When the odds are sayin’ you’ll never win
That’s when the grin should start
You’ve gotta have hope
Mustn’t sit around and mope
Nothin’s half as bad as it may appear
Wait’ll next year and hope
When your luck is battin’ zero
Get your chin up off the floor
Mister you can be a hero
You can open any door, there’s nothin’ to it but to do it
You’ve gotta have Hart
Miles ’n miles n’ miles of Hart
Oh, it’s fine to be a genius of course
But keep that old horse
Before the cart
First you’ve gotta have Hart


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