Note to MLB: We're the DODGERS. There's nothing you

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Note to MLB: We're the DODGERS. There's nothing you can do about us.

We're a phenomenon. When we're down 5-0 to one of the top teams in the game, our fans laugh. They know. What's coming can't be stopped. We're like a bomb that's already detonated. Wait for it. The sonic boom. The wave that blows your hair back and hurts your eardrums.

Our presence breaks opponents, their confidence, their ability to perform. They know too. It's coming. And it's going to hurt. We've got the best pitcher in baseball, the man of steel. We've got the second best pitcher too, and he's solid Wood. We have Kenley. He's full of "California Love". The last "7" fell off his jersey long ago. There's nothing to be gained by sewing it back on.

We hit home runs. Lots of them. Every game. At a stupid pace, and at all positions in our line-up. Our number 8 hitter is 2nd on the team in homers. Let that sink in. That feeling? It's the hair raising on the back of your neck. It happens instinctually when fear is present.

We have gold glove defense everywhere you look. We have a second baseman who makes cerebral plays that seasoned game announcers have to explain to most viewers.

We have the ROY. Roberts grabs him when we're losing, points to the opponents and says "They HATE YOU. SMASH!" What happens next is stuff from a superhero movie. When one of our beasts gets hurt...we have others. Utility players from the baseball Gods, capable of playing multiple positions at a high level. Like CT3PO, that line-dancing droid. Did someone mention beasts?

We have.......?......Puig. Nuff said.

Friedman shut us all up as he patiently assembled this team of Jedi-Knights. The force is with them.

Deal with it MLB fans. You really have no choice. You're in our world now, breathing our air. Enjoy the show. We sure are.