Reception
| Reception | |
|---|---|
| Aggregate scores | |
| Aggregator | Score |
| Metacritic | 50% |
| Review scores | |
| Publication | Score |
| Game Informer | 3/10 |
| GameSpot | 4.5/10 |
| IGN | 6.6/10 |
| Official Xbox Magazine | 5/10 |
MLB Front Office Manager received scathing reviews, most citing its clunky interface, bad artificial intelligence, and baffling simulation and statistical results. Game Informer in its 3 of 10 review blasted, "The nuts and bolts of gameplay are apocalyptic failures, but the awfulness doesn't stop there. Managing games is utterly pointless." GameSpot noted "the decisions made by computer GMs are beyond bizarre" and player trades "are nondescript affairs shuffling minor leaguers around, the game hits you with a Bizarro World blockbuster on a regular basis", giving it a 4.5 of 10. Hilary Goldstein's IGN 6.6 of 10 review was more charitable, but still complained, "Lack of three-team deals, a mediocre interface, and questionable AI logic are unacceptable even from a new IP."
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