smelling like a Rose
When the news broke recently that Pete Rose was fessing up, I was eager to defend him as someone with a serious problem who really couldn’t control himself. Then his former teammate Joe Morgan made some points that caused me to reconsider. The timing of Rose’s admission and book release — same week as the Baseball Hall of Fame voting — both detracted attention from this year’s deserving inductees and called attention to Rose’s desparation to get into Cooperstown himself (next year will be his last year of eligibility if baseball lifts his lifetime ban).
And then Ruben Bolling made the whole hubub so hysterically funny. Sorry, Charlie; it’s over.
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