A few weeks ago, a baseball executive asked me how likely I thought it was that we would make it to opening day. Which is just another way of asking how likely I thought it was that the season imploded before a single meaningful pitch was thrown.
I offered a tepid prediction premised more on how unpredictable the past six months have been than any particular insight. Frankly, I don’t even know what it would take to call off MLB’s 2020 season for good — and if my sources do, they’re not saying — but sometimes people outside baseball ask me if I think the death of someone in the game would do it.