Fascinating details throughout this closely observed piece, including this:
Slowly, ever so slowly, the two dozen students turn and stare, their mouths hanging open. They know who he is, of course. Half the planet knows. He’s in the news every day. He’s that baseball dude who got banned for steroids or something, which makes him more than famous. He’s, like, infamous, and dangerous, and kind of cool, a cross between Babe Ruth and Count Dracula. He keeps talking, and the students keep staring, and none of them can process what’s happening, or what he’s saying, because though he’s sincerely trying to explain, to give a brief accounting of himself, he’s totally failing to answer the only question running through their minds.
What the hell is A-Rod doing in my marketing class?
He’s not sure himself. Like everything else in his life, it’s complicated.
But it’s also not that complicated. It’s painfully simple. He’s here because he needs an education. He’s needed one for a long, long time.
And this year, whether he likes it or not, he’s going to get it.