Reader Keith Marston is a gracious man, willing to provide even Rob Manfred with a silver-lined cloud to hide behind.
Sure, he realizes that baseball’s Opening Day game — an interleague night game, Yanks-Giants from the West Coast hidden to the nation behind a highest-bidder Netflix paywall, is now an ugly historical fact that won’t, as Howie Rose might say, be “put in the books.”
Not the books kept by MLB and its legion of Stalin-like media “useful idiots.”
But Marston, cognizant of previous Manfred-era MLB Opening Days played in Japan for exchange-rate dough at four in the morning back in the United States, sees it this way:
