It's too bad that Alex Rodriguez doesn't want to become a politician. Because he's got it down. He memorizes personal details about everyone he meets. He keeps his wife Cynthia by his side. He laughs just a little too hard at his new teammates' jokes and holds his hand on their backs just a second too long at spring training--not because he doesn't know it will seem as if he's trying too hard but precisely because he wants it to. He speaks with the calm, earnest seriousness of a man who is 50 instead of 28. He slips your name, Anthony...
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