Or maybe that should be ” juiced-up golden retriever.”
I’m obsessed with the Alex Rodriguez/Selena Roberts/I took steroids/She stalked me/I apologize sordid story. Not because I’m a big fan of his. (I learned long ago not to put athletes on pedestals. Kobe Bryant. Boo.) But because years ago I got to hang out with him for a story. I got teased for my metaphors, especially the Mount Rainier one. However, I stand by them except that um, maybe they should be amended.
Of course this was years ago when he was in Seattle and his body was virginal…
Here’s the story.