Pete Rose inspired my style of play, but should not be in the Hall of Fame.
I idolized Rose. He was not just the guy with the mountainous pile of hits; he transcended the sport of baseball through his desperate affinity for dirt and gambling. He was a romantic -- and in many ways still is -- about baseball. Folks were able relate to Rose, an imperfect character who maximized his natural gifts through all-out grit.
Rose’s baseball card entitles him to a plaque in Cooperstown, NY; nobody can fairly dispute that. But he broke baseball law with full understanding that if caught, the consequences would be severe.
I still admire Rose’s style of play and what he accomplished between the lines with every iota of my soul. I also have patience and understanding for him as a human being. We all have rooms in our homes that could benefit from a good spring-cleaning.
So Rose lies where he should; in an uncomfortable bed that he hastily made - outside of the Hall.