The “are they going to the playoffs?” sounds like a quintessential non-baseball fan thing to say.
A baseball season is like walking with your friends from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean and only taking a day off every 10 days or so. It’s like a pilgrimage.
It takes a long time because there are so many games. Rain or shine you’re out there. Sometimes staying in a campground, or taking shelter under a bridge and sometimes staying in fine hotel nursing your sore feet.
A baseball team is a commitment, a vocation, and it’s not a walk in the park. The journey is more important than the destination. The playoffs so-called seem a long way off. Relish the moment, relish the scenery of the eternal now. Time is extended.
Other sports only occur once a week, have set timetables, and sometimes have a two week gap and that’s not much time walking. It’s easier to think about the destination and consider that the only sustenance. You’re never really nursing sore feet.
A baseball season is like an entire lifespan and the next year you rise from the dead and you’re in a brand new body and you can do it all over again having lost some compadres and gained some new ones.
Sometimes at the end of a season’s coast to coast walk, something really special will happen and it will bind peoples hearts and minds together for generations, and when they talk about it and share that moment their voices will quiver with emotion. And that’s better than fantasizing about “playoffs.“