BOSTON — Newsflash: you are not going to feel sorry for Alex Rodriguez.
Even if you like him, pity is probably not something you feel for him, have ever felt for him, not with all that money, not with all those beautiful and famous girlfriends, not with his doting daughters, not with the 696 baseballs he’s pounded over fences since 1994, not with any of it.
Pity? Sympathy? Empathy? No shot.
And if you don’t like him? Let me quote one emailer Tuesday, best as I can in a family newspaper: “I’m sitting at work having a lovely day, taking my break from work not cheating my way through life … I understand you guys have to cover sports, can you please cover someone who’s not a [bleep], cheater, liar, thief, and please stop [bleeping] his [bleeping][bleep]?