The Las Vegas Review-Journal is reporting that Alex Rodriguez was at Scores until the wee hours of Saturday night.

In a way, this is kind of a non-story, but it's Monday, I drank a lot of whiskey last night, and I feel like making fun of A-Rod. See, any other athlete goes to a strip club, and I'm all, "Sweet, that guy's awesome." It's not even a story unless shots got fired or Page Six runs a tantalizing blind item. But A-Rod goes to a strip club, and I'm like, "God, what a douche."

I don't understand how A-Rod does it. He's one of the best players in baseball, plays in high-stakes poker games, goes to strip clubs, and has a hot wife who's allegedly into swinging… and yet every time I see his name, I think, "What a fucking tool." I'm supposed to be jealous of him, but this is just old-fashioned contempt.

Anyway, good call on the A-Rod endorsement deal, Pepsi. Now just sign Rick Santorum and Kevin Federline for your next ad and you'll finally catch Coke.