The Clayton Kershaw posse knows you're laughing.

The three guys in commercial real estate know. The two in oil and gas know. The guy at Goldman Sachs knows. The CPA knows. (They also know you might've guessed accurately what they do for a living, you know, as a goof. Anyway.)

The sweaters are on purpose, by the way. First off, they wear sweaters a lot because it can get chilly in Dallas but second – there's a second – you made fun of the sweaters so they brought them back, and then they brought them back again and tied them around their necks. For you.

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As one asked the rest on the eve of the Cy Young Award unveiling this week, "How can we look like the most preposterously pretentious group possible?"

As another answered, "Easy. Sweaters around the neck."

You're welcome.

In the stoicism on their clean-shaven, glee club, ever-so-milky mugs, they are reaching for levels of deadpan dorkiness not yet summited, because they understand you need them to be hangers-on, to be the most stereotypically uncool crew in the history of crews. So, you should laud their efforts, and then perhaps ignore how naturally it came to them.

They do not, however, get their hair cut at the same place. Get that in your heads. None is named Chad, though the one you did name Chad – Josh Meredith, commercial real estate, front left in years one and two, second from right in year three – is now referred to occasionally by the posse as Chad, because it is a very squeaky name. And when you made fun of the prematurely disappearing hairline of one of them – Will Skelton, Goldman Sachs, far right for three years running – he'd hoped you could do better, sighing, "Low-hanging fruit, man. Get creative." There's better material, and they're shoveling it out there as fast as they can.

"They honestly love being made fun of," Kershaw said Friday afternoon, which works out great.

It began on a Wednesday night in November 2013. Their chum Clayton Kershaw had gone 16-9 with a 1.83 ERA for the Los Angeles Dodgers. The Cy Young vote would be a landslide. Six of them left work in the early evening and drove to Kershaw's house in anticipation of a party. Straight from work. Where they wear sweaters a lot.

They found a television camera in the living room, along with people to staff it. Clayton sat on a chair and looked into the camera for his pre-announcement interview. After a short break, it was announced he'd won. At that moment, it happened. Or, perhaps, was born. Ellen Kershaw, Clayton's wife, may have suggested the fellas jump into the shot. Perhaps it was the producer. The details are hazy and somewhat drowned by the manic swoosh of Cole Haan leather against hardwood. Either way, the six of them hesitated, thought "why not?" and gathered around their friend the now two-time Cy Young Award winner, which is precisely where we found them when the red light came back on.

A posse was born. A button-down-collared, uneasy-smiling, what-do-I-do-with-my-hands looking, stare-into-the-camera-no-don't-stare-into-the-camera-panicking posse, generally wearing sweaters and nice slacks, some with – oh gosh – pleats.

"Those weren't costumes," Skelton admitted. "We all have day jobs and that's how we dress. We actually look like this."

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