Forget the regular season, where we get to watch baseball nearly every day. Forget the playoffs, with its sometimes thrilling games and exciting finishes. Forget spring training, a secretly terrible part of the baseball year that we all tolerate because we haven’t seen any baseball in months. Forget even the height of the offseason, when trades and free agency rumors are rampant and sometimes actual moves happen. Forget all that. We are in awards season, where we all know 90 percent of the winners before they even reveal who won.
I could try to write some stirring defense of how exciting awards season is, that we get to celebrate the best of the sport, and that we wait on the edge of our seats as they announce the winner on.