San Diego is a lovely place. A place filled with sun-kissed surfers who prance around white sandy beaches, home of the California Burrito, houses one of the largest wildlife facilities in the country and is also given the praiseworthy title of “America’s Finest City.” Who would have thought that “America’s Finest City” is also “America’s Finest Baseball City.” The San Diego Padres have unexpectedly become one stacked MLB team overnight, boasting talent that would make the New York Yankees shake in their spikes. The organization is apparently ready to win, and win big. General manager A.J. Preller’s list of acquired players is truly impressive. Like ridiculously impressive. In a matter of weeks, Preller traded for Matt Kemp (cry), Justin Upton, and Wil Myers to completely overhaul the outfield. He also traded prospects for catcher Derek Norris and third baseman Will Middlebrooks to give manager Bud Black five new bats in the lineup. To go along with Shields, the Padres also added pitchers Brandon Morrow and Brandon Maurer. And most recently, the Padres have agreed to a deal with right-handed starter James Shields on a four-year contract worth about $75-million range on this last Monday morning. Shields is a man who’s helped two franchises to the World Series while throwing at least 200 innings for eight straight seasons. Yikes…… As a baseball fan who has lived in Los Angeles more than half their life, you never thought once of the San Diego Padres. Not once! When I think of San Diego, I think of the beach and Comic Con. Not America’s past time. I have to admit, they do in fact have one of the best looking ball parks in the land, but the baseball team that plays in it was always a different story. You were always too distracted by the exotic selection of beers the stadium offered to really pay attention to the game. The San Diego Padres baseball history is anything but bleak, they have only made two World Series appearances in 1984/1998 where they proceeded to lose, and have produced only two notable Hall of Fame players (Tony Gwynn and Rickey Henderson). Well that’s not fair, they more or less produced more than two Hall of Fame players. But since I can only name two, may be some indication of their meager notoriety. I know now is the time to scoff it off, but come April, I think baseball fans will be singing a different tune. Probably a tune that sounds a lot like a San Diego Serenade.