Before the remarkably weird, coronavirus-shortened, four-months tardy 2020 MLB season began, I had a lot of questions.
I wondered if the season could make it to August, let alone to September, let alone to completion.
I wondered if the San Francisco Giants would be able to see the postseason with a telescope after the first few weeks, in which half of their first 20 games were on the road against the Los Angeles Dodgers and Houston Astros.
I wondered if Mike Yastrzemski — one of the few good stories from 2019 — would regress intensely.