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Tuesday, August 18, 2009Strasburg and law studentsJoel Sherman on the draft:I know people demonize Scott Boras for making huge demands for his players. But the person who finishes first, say, at Harvard Law is not told which law firm he must work for, nor is there a ruling authority pressuring that law firm to stay within certain financial parameters. So on one hand, I don't see why Strasburg is different from that No. 1 law student who would have multiple firms bidding for his services. While the top student at Harvard often eschews that world in favor of a Supreme Court clerkship or something, top law students otherwise tend to limit their suitors just as much if not more severely than the draft limits that of ballplayers. They all want to go to the Jones Days, Pipers, White & Cases, and Skaddens of the world. And unlike ballclubs, those guys hold pretty damn firm when it comes to their slotting system (see right-hand column). If you run with that analogy further, I guess that makes me Bob Horner playing for the Yakult Swallows. Posted by Craig Calcaterra at 1:47pm Comments
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