The Front Office grabs two left-handed outfielders while their lefty on the mound gets torched. Meanwhile, the rest of the team left their brains back in Anaheim.
It feels like somebody took my favorite team in for a car wash. It's pretty much the same team, just with the dirt and grime hosed away and all the gum wrappers vacuumed up. Now it looks all shiny and peppy and polished, ready to get back on the road unapologetically. If only one of my rear view mirrors didn't wish so badly to be bolted to an Audi.