The come-as-you-are approach was universally embraced. For decades. Who didn’t like it? It was baseball’s whimsical, delightful aquarium, a tank full of all the best known fish, each them easily identifiable for their shapes, stripes, and colors.
Instead, MLB this year served up a big plate of bland hardball homogenization. Everybody in the dugouts looked the same, which is to say everyone looked uniformly awful in outfits that should have been shipped postgame to Goodwill Industries rather than the Baseball Hall of Fame.