The drouth was over. It ended the only way it could. An infected, rebarbative player celebrated along with the still-healthy ones. After six games. Some fans were inside a gleaming hitherto-unused, untested (no pun in this “get-tested” era) stadium: the first to see in-person action since a handful of spring-training exhibitions.
(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. Hung around the inkwell.
There was annoying piped-fan noise.
Home-teams wore road uniforms and vice versa. Sometimes, the players themselves couldn’t figure out when a game was won or lost.
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).
There was serious talk about fun and the pace of the professional-game.
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 zillionaire owner (of questioned background) 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 (metaphorical) offing.
It started, in-season, as so-called Subway Series. More and more, regional rivalries will further supersede traditional intraleague-play rivalries. Costs will be cut that way.
It’s doubtful announcers will travel with their teams or be altogether onsite anymore. More costs cut…and Zoom! it’s back to the future.
About a century ago, during other times of a great plague in 1918, enigmatic Hal Chase was accused of cheating, certainly gambling on baseball (and his name seeped into, before he was acquitted of such involvement, the Chicago Black Sox Scandal a year later), as we saw among several recently—the above-referenced Houston Astros as well as the Boston Red Sox.
If history doesn’t repeat, it rhymes (a witticism attributed to Mark Twain, even if he never said it; he certainly never saw the clever remark published under or over his name). It took Babe Ruth and the live-ball era/revolution of the home run—just as, perhaps, proponents of analytics are functionally accomplishing today—to rejuvenate the game.
Irony is its own reward…the walking shadow…
…that measures what we lost.
It’s the 2020, stupid.