70 degrees and sunny.
I would rather not focus on the soft underbelly of Jonathan Broxton for a moment, and instead focus on a far more ominous and disconcerting perception. I use the word perception because memory is far more sustaining than numbers.
For as long as I can actually recall since 2000, the Los Angeles Dodgers have been a roughly .500 team that, on more occasions than not, have simply underachieved. The method of their mediocrity changes from season to season, but it is simply ubiquitous.
As I have said more than once, you could take every player from the world championship team of the prior year, trade them all to the Dodgers and they will end up being a .500 team, then go 0 and out in the post.
It doesn't matter who the owner is, what the GM does, who is managing and coaching, and of course who is ultimately playing on the field. .500 is the name of the game, baby. Remember Al Davis: "Just Win Baby!". The Dodgers motto is "Five Hundred Baby!". Or "we aren't as good as we think we are".
It boggles the mind, this extraordinary consistency in hitting the middling middle. It is what I like to call the thermostat of mediocrity. It regulates the Dodgers and if they get to far ahead of that location, then the team will compensate in any way they can to return to this safe and secure silly little place. Losing is really not what the Dodgers do. They win roughly half of their games, and lose the other half. They neither win NOR lose.
There is some sense to this. Winning disturbs the "Fan Experience" (as I have mentioned time and again). It requires people to actually follow the game, hence not being automatized into consumerism. I find it rather hilarious that the rest of the baseball country wonders why the Dodger fans rarely vote for players in the All Star Game, unless prompted to by a major campaign from the front office. Get with it folks. The game of baseball is totally secondary to the Dodger organization. It is irrelevant whether they win or lose. What matters most of all is the perception of stability and the coffers swelling to gargantuan proportions so that Frank and Jamie can enjoy another Southern California hacienda.
Wake up LA.