I have been doing this blog for more than eleven years. If you have followed it, you should know that every Spring I predicted the Dodgers would win the World Series. Spring was a time for optimism – a time when hope sprang eternal. I predicted that every year, because I voted with my heart. I bleed Dodger Blue. I was the eternal optimist and Dodger fan. I felt the Dodgers would be in the Fall Classic every year… until this year.
- “Be happy McCourt is gone.”
- “Now we have lots of money.”
- “We are the Yankees West.”
- “Guggenheim will do anything to win.”
I was not drinking the Kool-Aid. I can’t quite tell you why, but I had a deep sense of foreboding as we enterd this season.
“Get with the program” I was told!
I tried. I really tried. I just couldn’t buy in.
The Dodgers repeatedly got raped, over and over, by anyone who wanted to do it.
Guggenheim overpaid for the team, lied about Frank McCourts’ involvement and continued to overpay. They lied about Magic Johnson’s role.
They overpaid… and overpaid… and overpaid.
The Dodgers manager is a stiff.
The GM is an idiot.
The female trainer is out of her league.
Stan Conte should be impeached.
The President of the team is a fraud.
Guggenheim and Company are out of their class.
The Dodgers should change their name to the Los Angeles Guggenheims because they are a depreciating financial instrument that lacks any semblance of soul.
The Big Dodger in the Sky has abandoned them and the players keep dropping like flies.
They aren’t human… they have no soul.
Case in point: 14 hits yesterday and only 4 runs. CHOKE ARTISTS!
It’s over! If they keep on this path, stick a fork in them. They are done!
Listen to this – they have no soul! This is for the Dodgers… even if Andre Ethier hit a HR and tied the game.