It still doesn’t feel right.
It still doesn’t make sense.
No matter how much Shohei Ohtani and his advisors attempt to clean it up, something in all this gambling garbage still stinks.
When a smiling Ohtani strides on to the Dodger Stadium field for their home opener Thursday, I want to believe.
I want to believe the game’s greatest player is as pure as his image.
I want to believe the beloved global superstar is as honorable as he seems.
I want to believe the legendary Ohtani magic, for which the Dodgers just paid $700 million, is real.