Given the option of trusting Alex Rodriguez, Richard Nixon, James Frey, Baron Munchausen or the Boston cabbie who took off with my travel bag Saturday night, well, I'm banking on Pinocchio. Such is the wretched company kept by A-Fraud, who has joined an all-time Liar's Club inhabited by too many sports stars these days. The problem in his case is that we instantly presume guilt, not a good thing for him when a damning biography is blistering his already tattered credibility.Rodriguez or Selena Roberts? I'll believe the author, thank you.
