The Dodgers just bought the farm.
It’s in the form of a spectacular quickclaim deed, poaching a Wall Street whiz who, with a magical hoe, will begin his plan of transforming Chavez Ravine back into a cavern of champions by calculating the best method of crop-dusting a dagnabbit dormant farm system that would have been producing bushels of pennants already if there wasn’t this water shortage issue.
By the way, if possible, could you avoid spraying weed killer on the previous general manager who’s just been put out to pasture in the process?
Apparently, your 2015-and-beyond Dodgers, the richest baseball conglomerate on the planet, are crafting Phase $$ of the Kasten Plan, where the emphasis is on raising their own playoff drought-resistant soy beans, succotash and shortstops.
Plan A no longer leans on overpaying at the trade deadline for rickety outfielders at the Red Sox R Us outlet mall, even with a credit card limit just short of infinity. Not when there’s the proven track record of how an organic crop of home-grown Rookies of the Year translates to trophies, just like the Dodgers’ Karros-Piazza-Mondesi-Nomo-Hollandsworth teams back at the turn of the century.
Breathe deep here. Smell the fertilizer?