It's Time to Rest

In the first book of the Bible, the Lord built the heavens and the earth in six days and then took a rest on the seventh. The Dodgers have built their current world in six not so glorious days with Boston connections and now, following the biblical pattern, are in desparate need to take a well deserved rest - at least breaking a connection with all things Boston.

Not in order of their occurrence but instead in the order of their magnitude, the six days of building on Boston were named (1) Grady Little, (2) Bill Mueller, (3) Nomar Garciaparra, (4) Derek Lowe, (5) Manny Ramirez and (6) the McCourt family.

When God finished his six days of work, he stopped, looked at what He had wrought, and said All Things Are Good. When Tommy Lasorda's Big Dodger in the Sky looked at the  Boston six pack, he surely could only utter "Yegads!"

Grady Little was not a big disaster, which is why he is listed first. The drawling motorcycle rider was in many ways as slow as his speecrh. Little was tortured by the Boston sports media and came to the much more laid back LA media. Behold, no magic was really forthcoming. Little remained Little and fortunately for all went down the road.

Strike one.

The Boston LA  Book of Creation would continue  and, alas, get worse. Day two was signing 3B Bill Mueller, a decent enough player once upon a time. Problem was he arrived with multiple health problems which soon ended his Dodgers playing career and his moved his overladen players contract into the front  office where he was and probably still is baseball's most overpaid assistant GMs.

Strike two.

On the third day of this horrific act of creation, former Red Sox great Nomar Garciaparra appeared on the scene. None other than Ted Willliams thought so much of the young Nomar that he thought Garciaparra was the ONLY real threat to hit .400. The problem was by the time Nomar dressed in Dodgers Blue, the team  would soon learn why his favorite candy was peanut-BRITTLE with the heavy emphasis on brittle.

Strike three.

On the fourth day of the Dodgers Boston Book of Genesis, things actually looked  up.

Derek Lowe of the out of this world and heavenly sinker. On the field, Derek Lowe did everything asked of him. The problem was Derek came from Boston with a view of marital affairs and such that equally matched his best pitch, i.e., a sinker that fell out of the strike zone. Lowe's off-field doings made the front office fret, fume and never really consider resigning the good on field player once his contract was over.

Strike four.

On the fifth day, Boston hand delivered one Manny Ramirez to the Dodgers, even paying him in 2009. This week the Dodgers learned why.

Strike five.

If you have read  this far, you see where this tale is heading. What could be worse, one might ask.

One could leave, as Jesus did in the Bible at the wedding feast of Caana, save the best wine until the last.

On Day Six, the sixth and final work day in the Boston-Dodgers creation, can only  be the owners themselves - the Boston McCourts. Truth  be known, it was the Boston McCourts who fell in love with their beloved Boston and began the trail of bringing all things Boston west from Beantown to Tinseltown.

It wasn't beleagured GM Ned Colletti who was/is responsible for the collection of Dodgers blunders in recent years, although he bears his share of the blame (for his equally reprehensible and non-productive SF Giant fetish) - the McCourts themselves forced the Boston beans on the Dodgers.

The history of this creation causes indigestion. Boston ate the beans and got the pleasure.

L.A. got the residue and frankly the gas.

As God himself rested after six days ... can we not followed the biblical  pattern and say enough already, it's time for a rest.