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Oslo Internasjonale Teaterfestival has been the pulsing heart of Black Box teater’s Spring season since 2013.
Daring and surprising, it’s become an annual rendez-vous for performing arts in Oslo in March.
See the festival website here Artists of different generations from around the world, both familiar names and newcomers, will gather for ten concentrated, vibrating days of live art experiences, including several Norwegian premieres.
As part of the stories of the year collection, this piece is being resurfaced along with others in the coming days as ESPN Digital and Print Media closes out the year.
And yet, if words have not been his friend, they've often been his accomplice.
No matter where you come out on Rodriguez -- insufferable phony, tainted legend, harried scapegoat, fallen angel, flawed human -- it's hard to make the case that he's a jolly good fellow, because there's one fact nobody can deny.
In fact, if the classroom were a diamond, he notices, by pure chance his seat would be the hot corner. The student beside him is finished speaking and the classroom is churchly quiet and he's up. Hundreds of baseball players have been caught using steroids, including some of the game's best-known and most beloved names, but somehow Alex Rodriguez has become the steroid era's Lord Voldemort. Won an MVP, got busted for steroids, twice, called the tester an anti-Semite, lied his testes off, made chumps of his best friends, including Aaron Rodgers, and still doesn't inspire a scintilla of the ill will that follows Rodriguez around like a nuclear cloud. Rodriguez was born with an embarrassment of physical riches -- power, vision, energy, size, speed -- and seemed designed specifically for immortality, as if assembled in some celestial workshop by baseball angels and the artists at Marvel Comics.
At least by now everyone is so bored that no one bothers to turn around. At first they loved him, and then they were confused by him, and then they were irritated by him, and now they straight-up loathe. He then had the annoyingly immense good fortune to come of age at the exact moment baseball contracts were primed to explode.