In a lot of ways, baseball feels timeless — or, less generously, oblivious to the passage of time. The fields have quirky, city-specific dimensions inspired by the days when a ballpark did not have the cache to overtake whatever was across Lansdowne Street. The managers still wear full uniforms, even though there hasn’t been a player-manager since 1986. The calls are made not into the waiting eye of a TV camera, but emphatically enough that onlookers can pick them up for their scorecards, if they wish. The games, unrestrained by clocks or TV windows, sprawl out across three or sometimes four hours.
The next MLB game you watch will be different. The question is how … and when
