My date with Nimrod

As I reported last week, I went up to St. Pete to watch the Yankees lose 2-3 against the Rays. What I didn’t tell you was that, while I was supposed to be on a date with the man sitting next to me — yup, that one, the one who’d paid for the tickets, brought hand-made sandwiches and martinis in a giant thermos, yes, that kind-hearted, thoughtful soul, — I was really on a date with A-Rod, aka Alex Rodriguez, aka #13 for the Yankees.

Or at least it must have seemed that way to my “real” date. Because, all I did whenever Nimrod was up to bat, was snap photos of him — trying to capture him hitting his 600th home run. (more…)