What is it about Toronto that inspires infidelity?
The New York Post's latest tale of woe for the Yankees -- yesterday's cover story suggesting Alex Rodriguez is cheating on his wife -- has a great beginning ("A-Rod's a Yankee Doodle Randy") and an even better ending: "As the doors to an elevator opened, he and the blonde got in together, the witness said. The doors then closed, and they disappeared upstairs."
I wonder if there's something about the Canadian dollar that inspires committed men to come unhinged (though the Post does point out that A-Rod did wear his wedding ring on his date with the "mystery blonde"). Remember a few years back when Ben Affleck was linked to Toronto strippers, hastening the inevitable end to his romance with Jennifer Lopez?
At least that story has a happy ending -- the stripper in question is now a teacher. Sort of.