Originally Posted by Spitball
Also, we saw Pete Rose sitting at a table rapidly signing his name multiple times to what looked like sheets of stickers. He was at a mall store (maybe attached to the Bellagio) that featured autographed memorabilia. The store was virtually empty, and I stood there and politely waited to talk to him. He never looked up. He did glare at me when I asked the Asian woman standing there if he was her father.
I was a little embarrassed. I have talked about and defended Pete Rose to my kids their entire lives. They are in their twenties and have heard me explain how he played the game, and how I considered him the heart of the Big Red Machine. I have bragged about a brief conversation I had with him in (I believe) the Sheraton in Boston after the Reds arrived for the 1975 World Series.
He was not friendly or receptive Wednesday. He doesn't owe me anything, but I hope he doesn't think I would give a dime for one of his mass produced autographs.
He yelled at my buddy (who was eight) for not having a pen when he asked for an autograph at the Cincinnati Gardens
My buddy said after that day he was a Johnny Bench man