Let’s party. Let’s make like Kool & the Gang. Let’s throw confetti, imbibe a wee too much, dance until the feet blister, sing lyrics we can’t quite remember.
You are allowed to be gleeful today. Allowed to overreact, overindulge, over whatever you want.
The McCourt era is officially dead.
I was going to put on my little sailor cap and run down the street and kiss a nurse, but the wife is funny about things like that. Maybe we could invite Hank Williams Jr. over, and just ask that he skip the political commentary.
Twenty years after riots broke out in the streets of Los Angeles, there is reason to take to them again in celebration. The darkest chapter in Dodgers’ history is over.
For the moment we can forget all our very real questions and concerns about Guggenheim Baseball Management, and just go all happy feet. Smile until it hurts. Relish a fresh beginning and the exit from the team of Frank and Jamie McCourt.