A 60-game regular season? That’s not baseball. That’s no way to determine which teams truly are of playoff caliber, let alone who’s worthy of MVP, Cy Young, Rookie of the Year and other individual awards.
Sixty games? More like 60 asterisks. The whole thing just isn’t legit.
The above fairly captures what many of us surely felt as baseball scrambled to get a season going in the muck of a pandemic and the mire of bad-faith negotiations between the league and its players’ union. Whatever followed would be fine if it worked — baseball is a lot better than no baseball, after all — but there would be, even in the best-case scenario, a limit to its legitimacy.