NY Intern Partied With A-ROD IN Bahamas
Total Pro Sports – Pictures surfaced online today that a blond un-named New York magazine intern partied with Alex Rodriguez just before he came out and admitted to the world he took steroids from 2001-2003.
Judging by the pictures you would not be able to tell that A-ROID was about to announce to the world that he cheated. The brunette girl he was fondling in the pictures also seems to be enjoying A-FRAUD’s orange complexion and his similarities to an Umpa Loompa side. Was A-ROD’s interview with Peter Gammons all a show or was he serious about the mistake he made?
This is the time line of events reported by the Intern to the NYMag.com
10 p.m. We enter Atlantis. “A-Rod is here!” someone whispers. Or maybe they didn’t whisper it. You could just tell someone was famous in the room because of the way everyone was acting. Not knowing that he has been all over the news (we were on vacation too), we are not surprised that he has jetted off to the Bahamas for the weekend — isn’t that what athletes with inflated salaries do with their time?
10:15 p.m. As we proceed from the bar to the casino floor, we notice that all the major news stations start breaking news about A-Rod’s confessing to steroid use. Awkward!
10:20 p.m. We hit the casino floor, where our guy friends are playing poker at a blackjack table nearby. A-Rod is seated at the edge of the table, alone. He is intently focused on the game. Clearly, he needs some good luck.
10:45 p.m. Eventually, we proceed upstairs to Aura, the club inside the casino. Our friends have scored a table — which happens to be right next to the corner booth where A-Rod is sitting! We wonder if, at this point, he feels like he knows us well enough to say hi? Glance at him expectantly, waiting for him to break into giant white grin that says, “Don’t I know you from twenty minutes ago?” Alas. He is typing on his BlackBerry. To whom? His wife or Madonna? He is a man of contradictions.
11 p.m. He introduces himself. “I’m Alex,” he says, and we die. The security guard then ropes off his table. But we are in!
11:05 p.m. Oh, but only for a moment. Two women, a blonde and a brunette, sashay over and proceed to bump us out of the immediate vicinity of A-Rod … but not far enough.
11:30 p.m. Make small talk with “blonde bombshell,” as his attention is clearly focused on the brunette at this point (see picture). She is 19, and from Virginia Beach. “What brings you to the Bahamas?” we ask, innocently. “We’re here for Alex,” she says. “He’s going through a really hard time right now.”
11:45 p.m.: After we exhaust all possible topics of conversation, a moment of uncomfortable silence ensues as we simultaneously realize we are from two different worlds. She is part of a celebrity’s entourage. We, however, are merely hangers-on of that entourage.
12:02 a.m.: Madonna’s “Hung Up” blasts over the speakers.
We look pointedly at “Alex” and whisper to our new friend, “This must be awkward.” She smirks and nods her head in agreement. We’re bonding!
12:05 a.m.: Wanting to play second fiddle no more, she gets up to redirect A-Rod’s attention. She snags the brunette and performs a girl-on-girl dance duet involving lots of intertwined legs and shimmying. A-Rod, slouched in the banquette, looks semi-amused, insofar as his face will allow it.
12:05 to 1:40 a.m. : Continued dancing.
1:40 to 1:52 a.m.: Three-way canoodling.
2 a.m.: The three of them depart together, neglecting to say good-bye. Decide they were just caught up in romance.
I was hoping this story would end up in A-ROD’s Bridge Suite at the Atlantis. I guess not, just another day in the life of Alex “Umpa Loompa” Rodriguez.