Back in my day we didn't have a namby-pamby NBA All-Star game where all the players laughed it up, hucking up threes and alley-oops while playing zero defense. NOPE. The good old days of the All-Star Game had players setting concrete screens, playing tight man-to-man defense in even more tight shorts. The only players shooting threes were over in a league called the ABA (which stood for Always Back Asswards).
The NBA All-Star Games of yore at least had the appearance of players putting forth an effort to show team basketball - or at least a variety of skills. Not today.
If I'm going to watch a bunch of guys walk up and down the court just to throw a telegraphed alley-oop in which the only drama is whether the backboard will break because the dunker has to hang on the rim for five seconds to make it look like he really tried, then give me the young players to watch instead. At least it will give me a chance to see more of the up-and-coming talent in the NBA. They take more risks (hey, they are young!) and try a little harder. If we get lucky, we might get to see one of them destroy Shaq or Chuck someday (fingers crossed!).
Back in my day we didn't have these youngster games. We had an old-timers game where a third of the players would be in the infirmary by halftime. Some gruesome injuries those were. Rick Barry screamed like Nancy Kerrigan meeting a lead pipe to the knee. The entire game was like a cross between Benny Hill and some geriatric Harlem Globetrotters. Ah, good times.
Are you more interested in the All-Stars or the Rising Stars? Would you like to be seeing something else for All-Star Weekend?
Now, get off my lawn.