Sorry for the two-day delay. Some moron had this bachelor party in Wisconsin that took up my whole weekend. The nerve of some people.
I got into a Twitter exchange with Joe Sheehan (name-drop alert) a couple days ago. It was about meaning to the baseball season. Like Joe, though maybe not to the same extent, I mourn the loss of the regular season defining anything. These days, it’s what happens in October and really nothing else.
Take the Dodgers now (hilariously) over chase for the 2001 Mariners, and that Mariners team. They won 116 games. We may never see that again. And yet do we celebrate them in any way? No, because they lost the ALCS to the Yankees and hence who cares?