When money is being shelled out the way Mark Walter and Stan Kasten have been shelling it out (with the confidence and reckless abandon of Ferris Bueller) it becomes difficult, if not impossible, to look at the team as a whole, the sum of its parts.
I admire the work done by the law firm of A.J. and Mark Ellis, the glue applied behind the scenes by Skip Schumaker and Nick Punto and I sure do love to watch Kenley Jansen light up the night; nothing makes me as happy as Juan Uribe’s belly.
The Dodgers magical run, now 82 games long, of 55-17 has a heck of a lot to do with the guy making tens of millions of dollars, yet it also has just as much to do with the guy standing next to him in the dugout, sitting next to him in the clubhouse, shagging his fly balls.
For this run to mean anything, they will need to dig deep, collectively, and rely on each other to succeed in late October. Postseason success often has as much to do with the superstars as the September call ups.