The most current Dodger team mantra: Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to Jerry Springer we go!
Yet amidst turmoil at an epic level, Matt Kemp found it possible to (1) put up beastly numbers and (2) date Rihanna?
What is he? The Afro-American Brad Pitt?
I could imagine going to work for the McCourts would be a little depressing.
Not only is Frank in utter denial of the team's imperilment, but his high-stinging Bostonian accent is paralyzing.
When Kemp signed with Los Angeles, he booked a one-way ticket to no man's land.
With his historic eight-year, $160 million contract extension on Nov. 18 with a team holding a going-out-of-business sale, Kemp screwed himself over.
Here are the reasons why.