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Page of Fame Class of 2014 - Alex Rodriguez


If you're a long time DP devotee, you knew this time was coming. You just knew someday - one day - the man, Alex Rodriguez, will be inducted onto the Page of Fame. I've been saying it for years and I'll repeat it one more time, "Alex Rodriguez is the most fascinating athlete in my lifetime".

There are so many angles in which the man and career of one, Alexander Emmanuel Rodriguez can be dissected, analyzed, debated, and reviewed. In some weird way, a TV documentary series can be made of it all long before he has decided to call it a career in baseball.

As the fourth inductee, Rodriguez is the first to truly be a topic in which yours truly has covered and has loved to write about here on this blog. There are times I've even considered simply giving him his own label on the sidebar (e.g. A-Rod). Rodriguez has (and probably will continue) to provide me with inspiration, spirit, passion, and a heap of unbelievable bafflement to write with frustration, confusion, intrigue, and passion. And honestly, that wraps up A-Rod perfectly. 

Alex Rodriguez will never grace the halls of the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, but he surely deserves his spot on the Dome Pondering Page of Fame in this small little slice of the internet. 


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