The New York newspapers have had fun with the Stray-Rod story. They caught Alex Rodriguez with a woman who was not his wife, found out who she was and wrote about her and A-Rod.
These things happen. I left a Charlotte Hornets game one night, hit a bar and ran into a Hornet. He was with a woman. She was not his wife.
He was one of the first people I saw and when we made eye contact he turned nervous. I had never seen him nervous. I let him hang for a minute and then nodded. The nod meant, it's none of my business.
He walked over later, as nice as he could be, and I told him he was safe. What he does with a consenting adult after a game is no business of mine.
A few years ago Charlotte had a celebrity athletic divorce. A woman called me at work to talk about it. She wouldn't offer her name, but said she was a friend of the woman being dumped in the celebrity divorce, and had some dirt on the husband.
I told her I wasn't interested.
She was incredulous. You're supposed to be a reporter, she said. Why aren't you interested?
Because I can't justify writing about it, care little about gossip, care little about what a guy did when his wife wasn't looking and care little about what a guy allegedly did when his wife wasn't looking.
I also have no interest in Paris Hilton. But I am glad she is going to jail.