Was that fun? I don’t know if that was fun. Jon Lester, John Lackey, Andrew Miller and David Price all moved. The Phillies did nothing. The Royals did nothing. Martin Prado is a Yankee. Asdrubal Cabrera is a National. Jarred Cossart, who we can probably now assume was the Astro complaining about Mark Appel, is a Marlin, with Jake Marisnick headed back. Like a billion other things happened too. I’m exhausted. I’m spent. I don’t even know.
The Dodgers, fortunately or unfortunately depending on your point of view, did nothing. They didn’t get a starting pitcher. They didn’t get a reliever. They also didn’t trade Joc Pederson, Corey Seager or Julio Urias. You can argue that’s great. You can argue that’s a disaster. They still have one of the best teams in baseball; they still have a few huge holes on the pitching staff. If you think that Drew Smyly, Nick Franklin and highly-regarded shortstop prospect Willy Adames was a light return for Price and that the Dodgers should have used one of the big three to get hi — and make no mistake, it would have taken one of them — so be it. It’s done now. It doesn’t matter.
If we’ve learned anything, it’s this: July 31 is rarely the real deadline for the Dodgers. Ned Colletti loves his waiver deals, so don’t think that a Jonathan Papelbon or Cliff Lee or someone else can’t still arrive. They can, it’ll just be harder. I’m disappointed, but if one of the alternatives was “devastated,” I guess this is better, I think. I’m not even sure anymore.