Some people find answers in dust clouds and tea leaves and even their navels.
I found an answer in a can of Coke. I was brooding over this baseball-realignment business, wondering how the grand old pastoral sport could possibly survive the frenetic century into which we are plunging, when it occurred to me that the solution was in the soda I was sipping. If you want tradition, you drink Classic. He had a point. Then came divisional play and cookie-cutter stadiums and free agents and those hideous leotard uniforms.