Clayton Kershaw was crumbling again.
It was real. It was happening. It was October in July. It was deja boo.
It was the third inning of Kershaw’s long-awaited season debut against the San Francisco Giants on a sweltering Thursday afternoon at Dodger Stadium, and the future Hall of Famer was melting.
Having pitched two scoreless innings, he suddenly lost his touch and was in danger of blowing his moment.
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