COMMENTARY
Search as I might in the delightful depths of baseball-reference.com for clues, I couldn’t tell you if there’s anything illustrative to be found in the Red Sox’ recent seasons that might aid in navigating the unprecedentedly weird one that’s about to get under way.
I can’t even tell you — nor can anyone else — with any assurance that there will be a season, at least one that fulfills the abbreviated current target of 60 games.
Everything is tenuous and subject to change. All of it. Rob Manfred might think he reigns over baseball, with all of his goofy, shoehorned rule alterations that suggest the smug commissioner has never cared about the game in any authentic way.