There are people who think a 60-game, pandemic-reduced baseball season will be like a Masters tournament played on a nine-hole, par-3 course. When I say “people,’’ I mean me in a past life of about a month ago.
Over the last few weeks, as major-league teams lumbered toward Opening Day, my stance softened on an asterisk being attached to the winner of the World Series.
Whoever wins this sprint through a minefield will have accomplished something great, something that came with challenges no other team had faced in the history of the game. Yes, the season will be sawed off, but if it somehow makes it to the end without being canceled (a big “if”), it’ll be a huge accomplishment.