Source: New York Post
For those of us of a certain age, those of us who have been following baseball since the early 1970s, this is like those ultra-familiar moments every winter when the weather forecasters spot the coming blizzard and the tones of their voices shift ominously. Who knows how much snow is coming our way? A dusting? A few inches? A foot? Three feet? Snowmageddon? Since 1972, baseball has encountered nine work stoppages: five strikes, four lockouts. Sometimes, all we got was a smattering of flurries, annoying enough to make your sidewalk and your driveway slippery, not enough to cause any real damage.
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