There is just something about Ned Colletti and selfish, talented, frustrating, invigorating baseball players named Ramirez. The Los Angeles Dodgers general manager experienced the yin and yang of Manny Ramirez over two seasons, and somehow it didn't scare him off the trail of poisonous clubhouse presences.

So in comes Hanley Ramirez, who was determined by Miami Marlins ownership, among the most odious people in the game, to be too much of a cancer even for them. Ouch. That's like Bernie Madoff calling you greedy, Snooki calling you trashy, Graham Spanier calling you uncaring. When the Marlins decided over the last 24 hours that Hanley was persona non grata, Colletti wielded the power of the Dodgers' bank account and readied the vault of leftover RAMIREZ 99 jerseys to be restitched with the new guy's number.

Hanley Ramirez is now a Dodger, traded in the wee hours of Wednesday morning for 22-year-old starter Nate Eovaldi, minor league reliever Scott McGough and the Dodgers' agreement to pay the rest of Ramirez's salary this year as well as the final two years and $31.5 million remaining on his contract.

Make no mistake: This is a massive risk for Colletti on an enfant terrible whose baseball skills have receded, weight has increased and predilection for selfishness hasn't waned. It's not just that Ramirez doesn't hustle; Albert Pujols runs to first base like a Molina, and he's as hard a worker as there is. It's the perception among teammates, executives and scouts alike that Ramirez gives but not a fraction of a damn.