Dodgers must beware curse of terrible Bill Plaschke World Series take

Adam Weinrib
ARLINGTON, TEXAS - OCTOBER 21: Mookie Betts #50 of the Los Angeles Dodgers reacts after advancing to second base against the Tampa Bay Rays during the fifth inning in Game Two of the 2020 MLB World Series at Globe Life Field on October 21, 2020 in Arlington, Texas. (Photo by Sean M. Haffey/Getty Images)
ARLINGTON, TEXAS - OCTOBER 21: Mookie Betts #50 of the Los Angeles Dodgers reacts after advancing to second base against the Tampa Bay Rays during the fifth inning in Game Two of the 2020 MLB World Series at Globe Life Field on October 21, 2020 in Arlington, Texas. (Photo by Sean M. Haffey/Getty Images) /
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The Dodgers are in trouble in the World Series, thanks to Bill Plaschke for some reason.

Every Dodgers fan under 32 years old is racked with annual heartbreak, unable to capture a single World Series title despite being supporters of a near-annual contender.

But at least they know better, at this point, than to put the cart before the horse and assume success before it’s granted to them. Forget before the horse — at this point, the cart’s not getting anywhere near that horse. You park that cart on the 405 and you wait patiently until you can go claim your cart again.

Which is why it was so stunning — so galling — to see veteran Los Angeles reporter Bill Plaschke declare this World Series over after Game 1!

Game. 1. As if this was the first dominant opening game performance in the history of the sport.

Plaschke sounded like Clare Crawley talking about Dale here. “I know there’ve been plenty of Game 1 wins before in the history of sports, but … this one’s just different. I think I found my championship!”

Whose guarantee was worse: Plaschke, or Dave Roberts?

Seriously, though, what was the goal here? If the series turns out in the Dodgers’ favor, or if it’s a clean sweep, you get to brag that you predicted it … midway through the World Series? And if the team gags its advantage away, or, God forbid, loses the series, the stink is firmly on your suit jacket.

If I were a scribe serving a title-starved group of rabid baseball fans, I would simply not give them a reason to pelt my window with balled-up newspapers.

Look, the Dodgers absolutely dominated in the opener. They waited out Tyler Glasnow, then pulled away late. It was an almost-perfect game, but it was just one of four, in a best-case scenario.

Predictably, Game 2 has not been so kind; Blake Snell dominated on the mound, and the fatigued Dodgers rolled out several starters as relievers on very short rest. When they return to the diamond, it’ll be Charlie Morton and Walker Buehler, a game they might not even be favored to win. Fans have every right to be nervous.

Or, if they want, they can live in Plaschke’s world where the series has ended, Anthony Davis has re-signed, confetti reigns, and Tayshia doesn’t need to sub in for the Bachelorette. Their call.

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