For those of you who missed out on the Golden Age of baseball--and "When It Was A Game"--Pete Rose (who just recently passed away) was a true GIANT of the game. A 17-time All-Star who still has more hits than even the ulrtra-coddled prima donna spics & foreigners of today, 3-time World Series champion Charlie Hustle was the ultimate epitome of what a true star baseball player was and is all about. And yet, he STILL is blocked from entering Cooperstown--because (horror of horrors) he bet on his own team to WIN games.
In the current age of players who play because of the money and not because they truly respect the GAME, it makes real fans puke. In Roses' time and shortly before, when we had incomparable talents such as Willie Mays, Sandy Koufax, Carl Yastrzemski, Hank Aaron, Mickey Mantle, Stan Musial, Ted Williams, Bob Gibson, Al Kaline, Juan Marichal, Harmon Killebrew, Johnny Bench, Mickey Lolich, Whitey Ford, Reggie Jackson, Duke Snyder etc.,--and when pitchers regularly pitched complete games and weren't removed from games due to geeky analytics & wussified pitch-count bullshit--Pete Rose stood tall among the game's greatest players of all time. Yet the weary mealy-mouthed MLB executives just couldn't muster up the courage to honor Rose the way he was always meant to be honored. All because he was so confident in his physical skills that he put his money where his training was.
Far removed from the losers and pathetic generations of today that slip into their little safe spaces the moment the volume goes up, these real men of the past should all be honored in the same way for their contributions to their sport.
I hope I live long enuf to see the day this legend finally gets his due.