Say this for Rob Manfred, he's a master of mixed messages.
In a span of six days, the commissioner of Major League Baseball stated that "unequivocally" there will be a baseball season this year — 100%, he noted — before backtracking Monday in telling ESPN that he's "not confident" a season will be played.
In related news, I'm unequivocally 100% going on a diet today unless I decide to scarf down two cheeseburgers and vanilla shake for lunch.
Is there any remaining doubt why MLB's house is in disarray? Failed leadership and greed are a killer combo.
Reports surfaced over the weekend that Manfred would mandate an abbreviated season of 50 games because billionaire owners and millionaire players reached a stalemate over money. His "not confident" comment is being viewed as a stall tactic to ensure that owners get their way by only having to pay players for a small number of games.
Fifty games? That's not a credible season. Might as well set the playoff field by hosting one of those dizzy bat races where contestants put their forehead on the bat, spin in circles and then run down the baseline like someone leaving the bar at 2 a.m.
A schedule whittled to 50 games says the importance of staging a legitimate season takes a back seat to the owners' thirst for a money grab of playoff revenue.
The most incredible aspect of baseball's standstill is that it has nothing to do with health concerns related to the coronavirus. It's all about money and ingrained distrust between players and owners that has received fresh examination with this latest labor dispute.



