Ha, ha, ha.
Hear that? They’re laughing at you.
Yeah, that’s right, they’re laughing at you, Dodgers fan. Lapping it up. Through an air of spilled Napa wine, garlic fries and burning buses, tears are rolling down their little Rice-A-Roni cheeks.
The Giants are the World Series champions again. That’s twice in the last three years. All while the Dodgers haven’t won a World Series since Reagan called the White House home and gas was a buck a gallon.
The Dodgers committed an additional quarter of a billion dollars during the season by bringing in big names Adrian Gonzalez, Josh Beckett, Carl Crawford and Shane Victorino. And wound up not making the playoffs.
Ha, ha, ha.
The Giants added relative bargains Hunter Pence and Marco Scutaro, and rolled. They came into Dodger Stadium on Aug. 19 trailing the Dodgers by half a game, swept the three-game series and never looked back. Not even to leave a lousy sourdough crumb.
Now they’re up north celebrating, acting all delirious while championing their mantra of team baseball. And you have to give it to them, they did all the things they claim.
Still, it’s the Giants. The hated black and orange. The Giants who officially eliminated the Dodgers from the postseason, whose fans almost find it hard to take joy in a title without rubbing it into the south half of the state.
Maybe now that they’ve won two World Series, their fans will feel more secure with a place in the baseball world that somehow doesn’t seem tethered to the Dodgers. They can stand on their own. Like beating the Dodgers is no longer a big thing.
Because make no mistake, the Giants beat the Dodgers. Them and everyone else. They earned their title. While the Dodgers watched.
Laugh it up.