By Jon Weisman
Nine innings to a division title, with Clayton Kershaw on the mound.
It almost feels too good — not too good to be true, but just too good. Baseball, a sport seemingly conceived just to upset expectations, to turn you upside down, is almost taunting Dodger fans with this, daring them to turn their confidence into overconfidence.
Nine innings to play, nine innings where anything could happen, nine innings for the Giants to humble Los Angeles and spoil the celebration.
And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way.