Thirteen or so years ago, I went to dinner with a young Jason Benetti … well, we were all so much younger then. Jason was working as a broadcaster for the Syracuse Chiefs then. I was writing for Sports Illustrated. We were in Rochester, N.Y., for the oh-so-wild Stephen Strasburg ride; the Washington Nationals had just taken Strasburg with the No. 1 over…
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