I grew up watching major league baseball in the 1950s. Note the lower-case letters.
Unlike today, the expressions "American League" and "National League" referred to actual discreet and competing leagues with their own league administrations; they were not mere brand names of Major League Baseball (with upper case letters).
There were 154 regular season games, not 162, and both separate and discrete leagues felt that that 154 games were enough to identify who their league champions were.
The long regular season was rewarded. No need for playoffs.
As for the World Series, that wasn't merely the final round of some tournament that ended in freezing November.
That was a battle of champions in early October--held in the daytime. Both teams were already true league champions.
That was the baseball that I remember. Sixteen big league teams in only eleven cities.
Fifty straight years of franchise stability (1903-1952).
No west coast games that ended after 2AM.
I'm glad that I got to see it, because what we have now is tacky in comparison.
I'm glad that I got to see the real thing while it lasted.
I'll always remember shaking Ted Williams' hand.