There’s a certain kind of October that gets stuck in your teeth. The San Diego Padres are chewing on it now, another postseason spent on the couch while their most loathed neighbor steamrolls the bracket like it’s a civic duty.
It’s not just that the Dodgers keep winning; it’s the way they’re doing it. Clean, clinical, inevitable. And when inevitability starts to feel like policy, rivals either accept the order of things or change it. That’s the fork in the road for San Diego. Don’t think of this as jealousy. Think of it as a call sheet for disruption.