Bill Plaschke: The Clayton Kershaw Crusade is making a stirring last stand
It's the Kershaw Crusade, and it's breathtaking.
His shoulder is weeping. His velocity is dropping. His control is slipping.
Clayton Kershaw took the mound Saturday against the San Francisco Giants as a shell of himself, an aging and injured pitcher fighting time and battling pain and doing whatever it takes to survive one more pitch.
One more start. One more postseason. One more month. One last stand.
And, on this loud and chilling night, one more win, five innings of a shutout without his best stuff, a proud fighter shouting in frustration and gesturing in celebration and leaving everything on the same mound where he long ago found it.
He pitches on six days of rest now. He can only go five innings now. He summons every ounce of his strength with every delivery, as if it will be his last, which it just might be.
Watch him, enjoy him, cherish him, do it while you can, because you probably
