Well, after the night he just had, why not? “A former Rodriguez fling,” reports US magazine, “remembers seeing portraits of the slugger, 34, as a centaur hanging over his bed.” That’s portraits, plural. We hear one is full-frontal, but sources have smuggled us this reproduction of the side view. (Why is “Come And Get Your Love” running through our head?) “The man hits little balls with a stick for a living,” bitches LimeLife. “That’s a farcry from being a magical, mythological horse-man.” Even so, if the Yankees clinch tonight, they’ll probably make the damn thing into a statue and put it in Monument Park.