I'm genuinely confused. It's different leagues, we only see them once or twice a year, there's no established rivalry, and the whole sub is going off and acting like the Dodgers and the fanbase hate them? I don't think I ever talk or think about the Angels and honestly am happy for them with the new ownership.

This is really about all the other team subs too, why do they care more about our loss than their own teams? I'm genuinely confused about this shit. Also we lost fair and square to the Brewers, they outplayed us, no one here is denying that. Do these people live in a different world?

I love how other fanbases talk about the Dodgers so much.

"It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.

"Somehow, the summer seemed to slip by faster this time. Maybe it wasn't this summer, but all the summers that, in this my fortieth summer, slipped by so fast. There comes a time when every summer will have something of autumn about it. Whatever the reason, it seemed to me that I was investing more and more in baseball, making the game do more of the work that keeps time fat and slow and lazy. I was counting on the game's deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight. I wrote a few things this last summer, this summer that did not last, nothing grand but some things, and yet that work was just camouflage. The real activity was done with the radio--not the all-seeing, all-falsifying television--and was the playing of the game in the only place it will last, the enclosed green field of the mind. There, in that warm, bright place, what the old poet called Mutability does not so quickly come.

"But out here, on Sunday, October 2, where it rains all day, Dame Mutability never loses. She was in the crowd at Fenway yesterday, a gray day full of bluster and contradiction, when the Red Sox came up in the last of the ninth trailing Baltimore 8-5, while the Yankees, rain-delayed against Detroit, only needing to win one or have Boston lose one to win it all, sat in New York washing down cold cuts with beer and watching the Boston game. Boston had won two, the Yankees had lost two, and suddenly it seemed as if the whole season might go to the last day, or beyond, except here was Boston losing 8-5, while New York sat in its family room and put its feet up. Lynn, both ankles hurting now as they had in July, hits a single down the right-field line. The crowd stirs. It is on its feet. Hobson, third baseman, former Bear Bryant quarterback, strong, quiet, over 100 RBIs, goes for three breaking balls and is out. The goddess smiles and encourages her agent, a canny journeyman named Nelson Briles.

"Now comes a pinch hitter, Bernie Carbo, onetime Rookie of the Year, erratic, quick, a shade too handsome, so laid-back he is always, in his soul, stretched out in the tall grass, one arm under his head, watching the clouds and laughing; now he looks over some low stuff unworthy of him and then, uncoiling, sends one out, straight on a rising line, over the center-field wall, no cheap Fenway shot, but all of it, the physics as elegant as the arc the ball describes.

"New England is on its feet, roaring. The summer will not pass. Roaring, they recall the evening, late and cold, in 1975, the sixth game of the World Series, perhaps the greatest baseball game played in the last fifty years, when Carbo, loose and easy, had uncoiled to tie the game that Fisk would win. It is 8-7, one out, and school will never start, rain will never come, sun will warm the back of your neck forever. Now Bailey, picked up from the National League recently, big arms, heavy gut, experienced, new to the league and the club; he fouls off two and then, checking, tentative, a big man off balance, he pops a soft liner to the first baseman. It is suddenly darker and later, and the announcer doing the game coast to coast, a New Yorker who works for a New York television station, sounds relieved. His little world, well-lit, hot-combed, split-second-timed, had no capacity to absorb this much gritty, grainy, contrary reality.

"Cox swings a bat, stretches his long arms, bends his back, the rookie from Pawtucket who broke in two weeks earlier with a record six straight hits, the kid drafted ahead of Fred Lynn, rangy, smooth, cool. The count runs two and two, Briles is cagey, nothing too good, and Cox swings, the ball beginning toward the mound and then, in a jaunty, wayward dance, skipping past Briles, feinting to the right, skimming the last of the grass, finding the dirt, moving now like some small, purposeful marine creature negotiating the green deep, easily avoiding the jagged rock of second base, traveling steady and straight now out into the dark, silent recesses of center field.

"The aisles are jammed, the place is on its feet, the wrappers, the programs, the Coke cups and peanut shells, the doctrines of an afternoon; the anxieties, the things that have to be done tomorrow, the regrets about yesterday, the accumulation of a summer: all forgotten, while hope, the anchor, bites and takes hold where a moment before it seemed we would be swept out with the tide. Rice is up. Rice whom Aaron had said was the only one he'd seen with the ability to break his records. Rice the best clutch hitter on the club, with the best slugging percentage in the league. Rice, so quick and strong he once checked his swing halfway through and snapped the bat in two. Rice the Hammer of God sent to scourge the Yankees, the sound was overwhelming, fathers pounded their sons on the back, cars pulled off the road, households froze, New England exulted in its blessedness, and roared its thanks for all good things, for Rice and for a summer stretching halfway through October. Briles threw, Rice swung, and it was over. One pitch, a fly to center, and it stopped. Summer died in New England and like rain sliding off a roof, the crowd slipped out of Fenway, quickly, with only a steady murmur of concern for the drive ahead remaining of the roar. Mutability had turned the seasons and translated hope to memory once again. And, once again, she had used baseball, our best invention to stay change, to bring change on.

"That is why it breaks my heart, that game--not because in New York they could win because Boston lost; in that, there is a rough justice, and a reminder to the Yankees of how slight and fragile are the circumstances that exalt one group of human beings over another. It breaks my heart because it was meant to, because it was meant to foster in me again the illusion that there was something abiding, some pattern and some impulse that could come together to make a reality that would resist the corrosion; and because, after it had fostered again that most hungered-for illusion, the game was meant to stop, and betray precisely what it promised.

"Of course, there are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun."

—A. Bartlett Giamatti, The Green Fields of the Mind* (1977)

The Brewers are a really good team and all the credit to their brand of baseball.

BUT

Hall of Famers with multiple rings ARE gamers.

You can't win every year. Baseball is hard af.

See you all next year.

We all know what he did in 2025 especially his otherworldly postseason performances, where he CARRIED this team to a second straight title and became the first team in this century to have a back to back title!!!

But even in this season, Yamamoto has put up yet another spectacular season for this Dodgers team. When all the other pitchers went down due to injuries, he continued to pitch lights out and stay our most consistent pitcher throughout the season.

The best part about Yamamoto though, is that he seems like one of the best teammate a team could have. He always stay level headed, never really seem upset and just focus on his work, and always praise teammates when they perform well.

THANK YOU YOSHINOBU YAMAMOTO!!!

Selfishly, I immediately thought of the 3 peat after winning the second one. It’s just now hitting me how special of a moment that really was

That was a tough LCS, but we'll survive haha.

When the Dodgers signed Shohei I told my wife that if they win three rings in the ten years of that contract then it would be all worth it to me. The fact they have two already in three years makes me think that will come true.

We're being spoiled as fans. We still have seven more years of Shohei, a few more years of Mookie and Will, another year of Freddie, and lots more Yamamoto. It's all going to be fine.

The better team won. The Brewers could do no wrong in the NLCS and the Dodgers could do no right when they needed to. But like my title says, the sun still came up today, baseball is still the best thing, and we're going to be fine.

This year showed us our beloved Dodgers obviously need some youth in the lineup. I have been excited for JDP as has everyone but I have also been very excited to see Sirota, Quintero, Tibbs, and Ferris on the squad. Next year will be the year many of them get a chance to break out so that will be very exciting for many of us.

Tarik Skubal could command the richest contract ever for a pitcher. But with free agency approaching and MLB’s labor fight looming, his future is shrouded in uncertainty after the Dodgers’ season ended. Read for free.

“Drill to left field in deep! And! Gone!!!! No way Miguel Rojas… Dave Roberts played his gut, the guy hadn’t had a hit in a month”…

“Roll to the second, Rojas throws home! In time! And it is Miguel Rojas who ties it in the tops of the nine, saved it in the bottom of the ninth, two out (followed by Smoltz’ noise)”

The homerun will forever be my favorite baseball moment. Of all dodgers legends, past or present, Ohtani is my favorite. But Miggy Ro’s game tying homerun will remain in No1 for me.

Still gets emotional watching it, in fact I watched it again last night after Brewers swept us and Miggy announced his retirement… bitter sweet…

Nothing but love and respect for our hero, Miguel Rojas…

I think we're a long, painful ways off from next season even happening, and I'm sure the cap number would be negotiated upwards, but $245.3 million is the latest MLB proposal. How decimated are we if we have to get next year's payroll under that amount?

Obviously the big story of this season was the Dodgers chasing their threepeat. But the season was also compromised of smaller stories, and it's those little things adding to the whole that make the season, every season, compelling. Beyond the stats and the records and the numbers, these are people and they all are going through things right in front of our eyes. Some resolved themselves in a satisfying, some tragic, some left unresolved. Like:

- Shohei having a Cy Young and MVP candidatr year until his injuries derailed hin. And the story for the 2nd half of the season and the post season has been his diminished production and questions about his heslth, and even his integrity and commitment to his team. Watching him struggle on the plate and criticized for not taking himself out of the lineup has haunted their entire postseason, but my god, that homer was cathartic as fuck. Shohei scoring their last scoring play capped off what has been a turbulent year, and while questions till loom about his heslth and condition for the following year, that homer leaves me hopeful.

- the injuries that plagued this year is kind of wild. The team has not had their full WS 2025 lineup until September. All their key pieces were out with an injury for significant stretches. The team, their "Avengers" lineup only fully assembled at the end of the season. We were so hopeful seeing the team together finally, only to kind of fizzle out in the NLCS. It was bice to see them together for this run and it feels so much like that "If we lose?" "We'll do that together too" moment from Avengers.

-Dalton Rushing becoming the villain of baseball for the early parts of the season, even getting to Shohei in that one game. But we also saw him kinda griw up and figure things out and find a balance between the grit and being a more mature team player. Sucks he got injured and I hope we see more of him next season.

- the growth of the young squad of starting pitchers we've had for the regular season was engaging to watch. Wrobo having an all star caliber performance for the first half and getting his his first ASG nod. And then having a terrible second half and slowly recovering to fund himself back in Dave's trust tree. On tbe flipside, Roki had a terrible first half, and the growth just didnt seem consistent. And then 2nd half Roki showed up, and has been electric since. Sheehan having a decent first half but then loses it and gets demoted. He's been called up a few times and showed a lot of growth and had a few solid apperances down the stretch.

-Kyle Tucker getting so mouch shit in the regular season for his inconsistent performance that didnt seem to match how much the team paid for him. And then we see him this postseason and he was the most consistent player on the team..probably the only consistent player for the entire postseason.

-Same for Diaz. Just a terrible season overall. But he looks like the closer we've been promised during his last few appearances and hopefully we get more of the same next year.

I feel like more so than the wins and losses, it's the stories driving this team that has made it so compelling and inspiring. What or whose story were you following this regular season? Are there any stories from this sesson that havent been resolved and what are you hoping to see next season?

May today bring positive vibes. But in the event it does not work out, here to see the team that carried us all year. I’m by myself and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Let’s go Dodgers!

At the end of the day the Dodgers are the only MLB team to successfully repeat as champions in the last 25 years.

With our passion comes the superstitions. How did you change this October results because you did something different that did not happen the last 2 years?

I co-parent a dog so I wanted her to experience October baseball again after missing out the last 2 years. Pick her up right before the NLCS and took her to watch parties. They never won and she only got 1 HR treat. We also went to 2026 Pups in the Park and that was a loss. Our bad but I still.love my little girl.

She did experience 2020 glory but no parade.

The positive is that I will not spend a paycheck on championship merch.

Congrats to the Brewers for advancing to the WS.

Love our boys and wanted to shout out how consistently great they are at interviews. Even when emotions are high (good or bad) they are always so thoughtful, articulate, and vulnerable in their interviews. It makes me proud as a fan and makes our organization look amazing and classy. How you respond in these moments show so much character. We ended the series with grace, heart, composure, and respect.

Some of my favorites:

Everyone saying congrats and hats off to the Brewers

Miggy - Respect to the Brewers. We got beat the right way, that always refreshing.

Kike - We are lucky to play for an org that is world series or bust. They are almost playing perfect baseball, their offence was suffocating. Kept Miggy's comments for Miggy to share. As easy as we've made winning look the last two years its not easy at all.

Doc - Proud of us, praise to Brewers, talked about how its not about who wants it more - it's sport, they played flawlessly. You gotta sometimes tip your cap. No blame, no apologies. It was all of us.

Muncy - honest and vulnerable - "we havent had to do this and it sucks", ends with gratitude, "this damn thing is so hard"

Skubal - "the culture they have here is real"

Not to mention all the Miggy love - really proud of our team, our players, and our org.

The Milwaukee Brewer’s are awesome. They played their hats off. They will no doubt be favored to win the WS. They had the best record, and they deserved to win this series on all accounts. I could go on about specifics, but they were simply the better team. Good luck for them.

Hey guys, we won freakin’ back to back World Series. We did against the Yankees in their house, we shocked the world in Canada with our backs against the wall; and for all the smack they talk about 2020 being a Mickey Mouse series…I think we have more than justified it wasn’t a fluke, especially in the wake of the cheating asterisks, and the probably cheating Red Sox who we took Mook from 😈.

My grandfather and grandmother immigrated here in the 60s. In 1988 my mother watched the Kirk Gibson homer with my grandfather. Usually expressionless and stoic, she says he nearly jumped through the roof, paced around the room with his weathered Dodger hat in disbelief. Nearly 40 years later I was able to have a similar moment with my sister and Mother not just for the Freddie Homerun, but also the comeback against the Blue Jays. Nothing in this world can take that away from me, or us.

We are still gonna be right back in this thing next year; clearly we need to do some fine tuning and make some tough adjustments…whatever. I will always bleed dodger blue. My family will always bleed dodger blue, and I’m just so thankful for this organization and what it means to me as a human being and the joy it has brought me in my lifetime 💙💙