1969 Major League Baseball All-Star Game

The 1969 Major League Baseball All-Star Game was the 40th midseason exhibition between the all-stars of the American League (AL) and the National League (NL), the two leagues comprising Major League Baseball. The game was played on Wednesday, July 23, 1969 at RFK Memorial Stadium in Washington, D.C. The game resulted in a 9–3 victory for the NL. Steve Carlton was the winning pitcher while Mel Stottlemyre was the losing pitcher.

The game was originally scheduled for the evening of Tuesday, July 22, but heavy rains forced its postponement to the following afternoon. The 1969 contest remains the last All-Star Game to date to be played earlier than prime time in the Eastern United States.

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