LAS VEGAS — The Dodgers are the great white shark in Jaws. Freddy Krueger on Elm Street. Michael Myers roaming Haddonfield.
They are out there, lurking, inducing dread about when they will inevitably pounce next.
They don’t care if you think they are ruining the sport. They are voracious for more championships. They have lots of money coming off the books, as deep a farm system as any organization and a relentless focus on history.
So if the Dodgers do any or all of sign Edwin Díaz to address their late-game pen issues, ink Kyle Tucker for the offensive/defensive questions in the corner outfield or assemble the kind of offer-you-can’t refuse farm package to turn the game’s best rotation into even more by acquiring Tarik Skubal from the Tigers, would you be surprised? It would be like being caught off guard that Jason Voorhees might still be lingering near Crystal Lake.