I’ll be upfront and honest. I don’t know where this article is going. I don’t even know if I’ll finish it. If I do, though, it’s probably going to piss a lot of people off, and I’ll give you a heads up now, I don’t foresee myself defending the half formed views I’m about to put in virtual ink in the comment sections. Sorry.
Let’s start with a little bit of context for my baseball point of view. I was born November 7th, 1995, ten days after the end of the strike-shortened season. I was born into a world where Major League Baseball was in shambles.