Reps from both sides met on Monday, and then again on Tuesday. This represents an exponential quickening of pace following a nearly two-month standstill. And yet, there's no real sense that palpable progress has been made.
We only receive so much information publicly, but every leaked detail points to the same depressing reality: obstinate, greedy owners bargaining in bad faith against a players association that's trying to dig up toward an equitable situation.
Stories of billionaires crying poor, in the wake of hardships that destroyed careers and lives, strike a very sour note with me and others.
Last weekend I watched the greatest series of NFL playoff games in my lifetime. The Vikings weren't there, but are making waves with their front office and coaching shakeup.
The Wild are a true powerhouse. The Timberwolves are an emerging force. Every other prominent sports league is putting forth an excellent product, in my market, while Major League Baseball fritters away every shred of good will.
They're shutting out legends from their Hall of Fame over subjective, inconsistently-applied moral standards. Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens? Out. David Ortiz, owner of a positive PED test? In.
Why? Because he's nice?
Don't get me wrong, I love Ortiz and am thrilled to see him recognized, despite the melancholy he evokes as a Twins fan. But the whole thing is so absurd at this point.
Major League Baseball's commitment to disregarding an entire era of its history is like a slap in the face to fans like me, who came of age in the late '90s. I was captivated and enthralled by the McGwire/Sosa race. The name "Clemens" is synonymous to me with dominance on the mound. Barry Bonds is the greatest player I've ever witnessed in any sport.
Baseball's position on the matter? "Forget about it. Didn't happen."
Meanwhile, they can't get out of their own way and settle on a plan to move forward. The game's history is being erased alongside its future while sports fans turn their attention in other directions.
Normally at this time of year, I'd be counting down the days until the arrival of those four magical words: pitchers and catchers report. Now I'm counting my grievances against a league that seems utterly intent on alienating its fans.