There is too much baseball.
There just is. 162 games is just too many. The thing about baseball is that as much as there are such things as “good players” and “bad players,” at the end of the day, each player is a random number generator. Different things will happen every day even with pretty much identical starting conditions, such as the same people playing the same game on the same field. As I’ve written before, there is very little rhyme or reason to it, and it’s best just to go with the flow.
Sometimes, thought, the flow sucks.