There is no greater postseason than baseball’s postseason. Let’s not even pretend like there’s an argument against it.

This year has already provided evidence of that … and it hasn’t really even started.

There were two extra games (technically, not the postseason but actually a 163rd game of the regular season) and then the Wild Card round started Tuesday night with an epic 13-inning game between Colorado and the Chicago Cubs.

Starting Thursday, the remaining playoff combatants will start playing a series (best of five in the opening round; best of seven after that) and that’s what baseball is built on.

But this one-game Wild Card thing has been a revelation to me. When baseball began this playoff format in 2012, I was dead-set against it. My argument was that baseball was built on playing a series, even if it was best-of-three.

Lo and behold, my favorite team (Atlanta) was involved in the first National League Wild Card game and got totally jobbed in that game by the worst infield fly rule call of all time. The Braves won 94 games that year and were out before the tarp was folded up.

You’d think that would have scarred me for life, but I’ve actually begun to embrace it. If you don’t like it, win your division and you won’t have to worry about playing in it.

But the best part of it is that baseball actually opens its postseason with a Game 7-like event. That means every pitch, every throw to first, every double switch, every umpire call seems like a life-and-death situation.

And to think, we still have a whole month of this stuff still to come.