Shall we just get on the crazy bus right now? I mean, can things get any worse for the Los Angeles Dodgers franchise?
Just when we were starting to think this sorry ship of an organization could not sink lower, we find out that the current owners may still be around come Opening Day of next year because the courts have yet to decide which McCourt actually owns the team. Isn’t that like being forced to eat your peas when you were seven?
I spent two nights this week at Chavez Ravine watching the Dodgers try their level best to keep up with best team in baseball, the Philadelphia Phillies. It’s really hard to fault the product on the field—the boys in blue try hard, but overall, together, they’re not very good.
Thanks to the selfish ways of owner Frank McCourt, the Dodgers of today are not the iconic Dodgers of baseball history.
In a recent column for ESPN.com, writer Buster Olney lamented the state of the team and called their immediate future bleak: “No matter who the owner is a year from now, the Dodgers will need years -- years -- to fix the damage that has been done to their franchise. Not since the days before Branch Rickey took over the organization has anyone ever thought of the Dodgers as a team that needed to rebuild from the ground up, but they're not that far from that.”
Being the eternal optimist and a passionate baseball fan living in Los Angeles, I like to think this team is not that far away from getting its collective spirit and winning ways back sooner than later. Despite a terrible three-game series sweep to the Phillies this week, I can see a few bright spots that most teams would love to have.
First things first, though: The owner needs to go. If Frank McCourt truly cares about the Dodgers and the great fans that support them better than any city in America, he will do the right thing and sell the team. I could have sworn I heard fans this week singing a new version of "Take Me Out to the Ball Game," their sentiments being directed towards the man who so desperately continues to hold the franchise by its neck:
Take him out of the ballgame,
Throw him out of the park.
Buy him a one-way to Beantown
We don’t care if he ever comes ‘round.
And it’s boo, boo, boo to the swindler
What he has done is a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes get out
Of our old ballgame.