It’s not OK to keep using the OKC as an ATM machine for the Dodgers’ starting rotation. Dodging another one-and-done situation with the Triple-A SWAT Unit, the Dodgers show desperation now in finding another arm or three for this rotating starting rotation.
Kershaw and Greinke and everyone gets cranky. Particularly during this pregnant pause in Greinke’s childish pursuit of zero tolerance. Planned parenthood can be a no-win situation.
And holy halo, the Angels are mighty desperate for some outfield help, preferably with some power. Because Vernon Wells ain’t walking through that door.
The team has a depth chart up on its website. It lists Cowgill, Joyce, Robertson and Kubitza. It reads like a Pacoima law firm that represents slip-and-fall victims. By gosh, Josh Hamilton even feels lousy about it.
Before the two Los Angeles of Los Angeles rivals meet next week at Dodger Stadium, knowing full well the non-waiver trade deadline is hours before that Friday first pitch, wouldn’t one of these following scenarios resolve everyone’s riddled rosters in a quick and quiet manner?
Start with pointing Scott Van Slyke toward the visitor’s dugout (as the Dodgers once did with Juan Uribe), allow Mike Scioscia to check his abacus, and then reciprocate with Matt Shoemaker. It’s beard for beard.
And no worries, SVS. They’ll do a bobblehead up for you come playoff time.
But look, there’s more: Carl Crawford for C.J. Wilson. As long as their massive overvalued salaries work for all the accountants and sabermetricians needed here.
Let’s really go outside the boundaries: Yasiel Puig for … the Dodgers have no trade embargos with Cuban players now, right? Let’s have Mike Butcher finish that sentence. (And what’s keeping the Angels from hiring Bud Black back as their pitching coach?)
One side trip worth considering: What if the Angels were so intrigued/remorseful with having Howie Kendrick return to second base — just as the Dodgers are about to activate Hector Olivera, someone they could plop down at 3B and move Justin Turner to 2B? Could a Kendrick-for-Andrew Heaney swap work — again?
Maybe it’s too far-out for Farhan Zaidi. And Bill Stoneman isn’t going to lose that rock-and-a-hard-place stare. But does all this depend on whether the departed Jerry Dipoto runs all the numbers from Arte Moreno’s mother-in-law house before any of this gets to the next level of discussion?