There’s a strange but distinct sound roiling through Dodger Nation these days, one that often appears in direct correlation with the usual thunderous cheers.
Have you heard it? Maybe from one of your friends when you talk about Clayton Kershaw’s dominance? Maybe from someone on Twitter when you trumpet another Justin Turner drive, or Chris Taylor dive, or dugout-dancing high-five?
I’ve heard it. I’ve seen it. I know what it is. And if you’ve endured the last four Dodger playoff failures, so do you.
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