Originally Posted by westofyou
Nothing like a Rose double in the gap and a cloud of dust into second.
No pointing to the sky, no kissing any necklaces, just a cloud a dust, an adjusted helmet and a slight smile.
Damn.... why'd he have to ruin that for us?
That's all I remember...how he played the game. After that he was just a different person to me. My wife remembers all the bad things that I do; I choose just to remember Pete Rose, the player. I can separate the two, some can't or don't want to.
I still carry a Pete Rose shirt (Cincinnati's finest) in my softball bag; I got it in 5th grade, which was probably 1978-ish; sometime around his hit streak. It reminds me to focus and play my heart out and not to let my teammates down. Yeah, I'm too old for that!