We’re still working off the concept of “mine,” which we should have been over by now.
Maybe next month. Or next year. Probably not though.
Major League Baseball owners and the Players Association have maneuvered themselves fully into the next headwind, because nobody’s yet been guaranteed enough “mine,” and you could pick your culprit and not be wrong.
The shamefulness in these negotiations could fill all of those empty ballparks at the root of the standoff.
Before proposals are delivered, they’ve already been aired, dismissed as insulting and heaved onto a pile of evidence that if there is a baseball season it will be played against a lasting grudge.