At precisely 3 p.m. Rodriguez opens the 12-foot-high front door and steps from the dark, cool comfort of his house into the sunshine and Texas heat for his commute to work. His black Suburban sits at the foot of the short semicircular drive, engine already running and air conditioning humming, like a horse that's been saddled by a groom. The lone Ranger rides again. Alex will hit his 48th home run tonight. And Texas will lose to Tampa Bay, the worst team in baseball.
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