(Call it, and what follows The Dangling [Hot Stove League] Conversation…another tale told by an idiot…a.k.a. a workshopping of 2021.)
There were 14-innings doubleheaders and the prospect of tripleheaders.
One club clubbed 29 runs in a rout.
Teams got sick. Teams got well.
There was annoying piped-fan noise.
There was a team playing its home schedule in another country, within a minor-league setting. (The entire minor-league season, all levels, had been canceled.)
There was little talk of manufacturing runs. (“What [made-in-the-USA or foreign] factory does that?” [hoho]) Batted balls either flew out of vacant parks (cf. scoring 29, above) or there was “a K.” The launch-angle-analytics-exit-velocity era was in full swing (as it were).
Hitting below the Mendoza Line was virtually acceptable and probably inevitable thro a puny 60-game schedule. This sample-size determination, versus a regular-season 162 games, plus 30-to-40 preseason, in part accounts for many statistical anomalies. Essentially, we watched an April-and-September season.
In hard times there were unseemly disputes between rich ballplayers and richer owners over, what else?…More riches.
And a new owner will change the topography of New York baseball.
Watch for neutral-site World Series, which aren’t plagued by the late-October or even November (or beyond) vagaries of unseasonable heat, unreasonable cold, rain, wind, and sleet/snow. Year-round international baseball, long predicted on the model of the ICC, has to be in the serious (metaphorical) offing.
For the present, regional rivalries will begin to supersede traditional intraleague play. Costs will be cut that way.
It’s doubtful announcers will travel with their teams or be altogether onsite anymore. More costs cut.
Irony is its own reward…the walking shadow.
That measure what we lost….
It’s the 2020, stupid.