Dodgers broke New York tabloids after stealing Edwin Diaz from Mets

The best part about the Los Angeles Dodgers signing Edwin Díaz to a three-year, $69 million deal isn’t even the part where the reigning back-to-back World Series champions just added one of the most electric relievers in baseball to a bullpen that was already terrifying.

No, the real treat is that the Dodgers broke New York. Again.

To experience the pain of Mets fans, look no further than the back cover of the New York Post. Full color. Breaking-news energy usually reserved for mayoral scandals.

“The day the music died.”

A crying Mr. Met clutching a trumpet.

You simply cannot script comedy like this.

Mets fans in shambles over losing Edwin Díaz to Los Angeles and Dodgers fans can't get enough

Sure, the Mets said Devin Williams didn’t take them out of the running for Díaz. They said they wanted him back. They said they’d spend big. But as Dodgers fans have learned over the last decade, money talks –– and L.A. does the loudest talking of all.

The Mets tried to play it cool. They tried to keep hopes alive. They tried to ignore that Díaz might actually be looking at the Dodgers and seeing an organization that wins every year, prints money, treats relievers like actual investments instead of experiments, and has the vibe and star power that players want to be a part of.

New York had an “inkling” that Díaz might leave. The Dodgers had a plan to make sure he did.

This isn’t just a signing. This is a heist. This is the Dodgers pulling up to the Winter Meetings like Danny Ocean, cracking their knuckles, and whispering, “Watch this.”

To say that the Dodgers swiped Díaz from right under the Mets' noses is generous. It was more like Andrew Friedman strolling into Citi Field, unplugging the speakers that played “Narco,” holding them over his head like John Cusack in Say Anything, and walking off the property.

And the Mets –– the poor, sad Mets –– are left standing there with a signed Devin Williams deal and the world’s saddest imaginary trumpet solo.

The rich get richer because they plan, they strike, and they never apologize for wanting to win. While other teams talk about windows and budgets, the Dodgers talk about dynasties and parades. While other teams talk about “remaining in contention for a player," the Dodgers just… sign him.

Three years. Sixty-nine million. And somehow it feels like a discount for the chaos it caused in New York.

This is the kind of offseason move that isn’t just about baseball impact. It’s psychological warfare across state lines. New York may be mourning, but Dodgers fans? We’re tuning up the trumpets for October.

So, no, the music isn't dead. it just changed zip codes. “Narco” is about to echo across Chavez Ravine, and the Dodgers just gave the baseball world its loudest reminder: If there’s a superstar available, if there’s a chance to get better, if there’s a moment to embarrass an East Coast rival — the Dodgers will do it. Every time.

And the tabloids? Buddy, they’re going to have to keep up.

Because L.A. isn’t done.