Now that I've coached my softball team to an unprecdented 3-0 start, I thought I could strut my stuff much like a certain cheered/reviled celebrity third baseman for a major team where I lived for five years. I figured power shots on magazine covers were right around the corner for my beautiful wife and me, as well.
Then I read where Cynthia Rodriguez detailed how A-Rod passed out in the delivery room during the birth of his first child.
I'll find out in November if I can take the heat, but, really, passing out in the delivery room? What kind of a man does that while his wife is doing all of the work? What a big pantywaist. He can't run back to the minors fast enough...
