When we count it up and agree on a champion, the 2020 baseball season will have first been about elements other than baseball. That there still might not be a champion, that the season will rather end in a sad shrug and a wave from six feet, was part of the deal in starting at all.
This was always going to be a daily survey of whether a relatively small group — a few thousand — could conduct itself with any more restraint than the rest. For the greater good, for something more than themselves, might these few take on a temporary summons to diligence, empathy and baseball?