All my seamhead friends are gettin' rowdy tonight! Steven Strasburg is making his major league debut for the Washington Nationals, a white-elephant team playing in a white-elephant ballpark, and only the most recent example of baseball's having given Our Nation's Capital a franchise to ignore. (It makes more historical fiscal sense to have two ice-hockey teams in Florida than one baseball franchise in D.C.) To be sure, this is an event and a half, even though it's going to be buried by a certain basketball contest, and Strasburg is certainly a phenom in the classic sense.
But my problem is with the grifter...er...officials with the Washington franchise. The MLB draft was last night. Because they are a terrible baseball team -- in large part, because they are a baseball team in Washington -- the Nationals got the first pick in the draft and chose Bryce Harper, a catcher from the College of Southern Nevada who also appears to have audited a few courses at the Hawkwind School Of Cosmetology.
Apparently, the Nationals don't intend to develop Harper as a catcher but, as of today, a catcher he is. So how hard would it be to bring him in for one game to catch Strasburg before trundling him off to A ball to make an infielder out of him? If you're a sideshow anyway, put on the best freak show you can.