Goodbye, Pete Rose

One more time, in case you’re missing my point, this is not to excuse Rose.
My point is something deeper than these moralizing cultural tales.
My point ten years ago, and still this morning, is this:

“God has a soft spot for assholes.”

Rest well, Pete Rose.

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The Dream of a Screaming Baseball Headline

Today’s blast from baseball’s past is this screaming headline from the Cincinnati Post, and more Cincinnati Reds memorabilia from the box in my closest. As we’ve covered previously, my Dad bestowed me with a generational a love of the Reds, which developed concurrently with my love for the Texas Rangers. It seemed perfectly logical, since […]

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Pete Rose Was My First Hero

I can’t speak to Pete Rose fairly. I suppose I will ask that anyone who feels like they can refrain from doing so here. I know what you’ll say. I don’t need to hear it. You see, Rose was my first and all-time greatest sports hero. To say I worshiped the guy doesn’t come close. […]

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