These are not normal negotiations for MLB owners or the players union. This is as abnormal as it gets for a season under siege. Locusts are on deck. Pestilence is in the hole.
The sides are molding with wet clay as they try to map a route back to the diamond during a global pandemic. This is not a strike. This is not a work stoppage. This is not a hitch in lawyerly language on page 33 of a numbing collective bargaining agreement.
This is a moment of truth and conscience for a sport that loves marketing itself as a clip from “Field of Dreams” while too often circling boardrooms like sharks away from the limelight.