They’re contemplating October baseball in a bubble. The word they use is “contingency,” so nothing is for sure, because nothing is for sure anymore. Everything after breakfast is a crapshoot. They’d shrink the game from 30 mobile bubble-ish habitats to one or two or three, a plan they hope would safeguard first the playoff money and then the poor souls generating the playoff money.
This is a fine idea, given people have a practice of acting quite like people, which is sometimes really great and other times they can’t help but sneak off to The Lodge or some such sudsy Eden.