Saturday, April 4, 2020

MLB in 2020 will not play enough games for it to be a season. At least fans could boo the Astros.

The MLB season in recent years has been six months of regular season, plus almost another month of tournament games.

Dividing 162 games by 6 = 27. So, if the season starts June 1 because of the plague, that would mean about 108 games would be played. There's talk of playing doubleheaders to pad it out but that's problematic, especially if the reason is to collect TV advertising dollars.

3.5 hour games are boring enough but can you imagine 3.5 + .5 + 3.5? Who the heck is going to watch? Maybe if you record and fast forward past the commercials and dead spots between pitches, which has been my recommendation for years and that was for single games.

Will there be a trading deadline? If so, there then will be teams tanking. There's still enough delayed residual hysteria about the Houston Astros cheating by stealing opposing team's catcher's signs during games in Houston to possibly continue to distract fans from the policy that undermines the basic integrity of MLB a thousand times more: tanking, i.e., trading your best players, the ones used to sell tickets since the end of the previous season, with at least one third of the regular season to go. That's like being more concerned about a paper cut than cancer. You pretty much have to be a moron to have a perspective that perverted.

MLB will hurry to and through the tournament to have a champion emerge but what value will that championship have?

MVP and Cy Young awards? Their value would be even less. And that's assuming a regular season of more than 100 games. What if play starts in July? August? Hey, play might start after the trading deadline. Then teams could tank before they start to play.

And when play starts, fans can boo the Astros for undermining the basic integrity of the game because the Astros had subverted the inalienable right of grown men to communicate vital secrets by wiggling their fingers in a sequence that could be interpreted on the fly by the cheaters ... with electronic speed so to speak.

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