While this may not be the correct opinion, I’ve come to the conclusion that the offseason — you know, the part of the Major League Baseball season without baseball — is perhaps my favorite part of Major League Baseball.
Ugh, I know. It sounds stupid. Maybe it’s the winter’s allowance of spring optimism for such stupidity, but I don’t think it’s crazy. This chunk of baseball’s calendar year allows you to hit the reset button, have a moment of clarity, and proceed on to observing every team’s process of improvement. More so than any sport, baseball’s various avenues of acquisition allow for as much incremental movement as it does the blockbuster variety.