One of the things I love most about baseball is the fact that the season is so long. There's plenty of time for narratives to play out, for players to rise and fall and then redeem themselves. Developments have time to mature and manifest fully, with clearly traceable arcs that reward the patient viewer.
Meanwhile, by the 6th inning of Chicago's Opening Night loss to the Cardinals, they were calling for a new right fielder and the GM's head by the 6th inning, because obviously the entire 162 game season is already lost.
Patience, grasshoppers. Patience.
Unless you're a Phillies fan. In which case, yeah, the season's over and all we've got to look forward to is precisely how big this tire fire is going to get.