Physicists warned of a likable-unlikable singularity. The Dodgers ignored their screams.
Somewhere in the bowels of Dodger Stadium, where it smells like burnt truffula trees and the stuff between Tommy Lasorda's toes, the real Dodgers front office operates. Forget Friedman and Zaidi -- we're talking an entire shadow government of terrifying monsters. And they had a plan to break our brains.
Source: Latos, Morse to Dodgers for prospects. At least one competitive balance pick also to Dodgers. W/ Latos off board Haren still in play
— Gordon Wittenmyer (@GDubCub) July 29, 2015
That is, a two-fer.