The NCAA Tournament starts this week, and you know where I’ll be?
Cozumel, Mexico, until very late on Saturday.
I have no idea if I’ll have television access to the tournament there, and I’m not bringing a laptop.
And that’s absolutely fine with me.
The Nationals were one minute and 17 seconds away from disaster on signing deadline night. But right before the witching hour, they signed Stephen Strasburg, who weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going to dub Ã¢â‚¬Å“The SaviorÃ¢â‚¬Â around these parts.
And you know what? Suddenly, the prospects for one of the biggest laughing-stock franchises in sports arenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t looking that bad anymore. And it all starts with Strasburg. I havenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t seen much of him, but from what I have seen during the Olympics and his senior year at San Diego State, he has a nasty hook and has a 100-mph burner.
Not only that, but Strasburg has the It Factor. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not the household name that a LeBron or Sid the Kid is Ã¢â‚¬â€œ he logically should be, which warrants future investigation of baseballÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s marketing tendencies on this site, so keep your eyes peeled Ã¢â‚¬â€œ but fans of the sport know exactly who he is.