Pete Rose, Pete Rose, Pete Rose!! This topic is about as wore out as turkey baister at Melissa Etheridge's house.
Let the guy in Baseball Hall of Fame and quit whinin'! What's worse, him gambling or owners charging $7 for a beer and $8
for a hot dog? I don't care if Pete Rose poops on a picture of Cy Young, It don't effect my life. What does affect me is
these dumb ass owners paying some former weed picker turned shortstop four million bucks a year making folks have to put
ball tickets on layaway. Maybe he'd have a better chance if he's beat his wife twice a day and snorted up the first base
line like a few other hall of famers. Look, don't get me wrong, I love baseball. But these people in charge make about as
much sense as Marvin Hagler ordering ribs and biscuits up at the Popeye's! It's all about the game, ain't it? Pete Rose was
one of the best. People say "But Kenny, he bet on Reds games when was manager." And I say, so what. If I had money riding
on the Reds and Knew the manager did too, at least I'd know he's gonna bust his ass to win the thing. Like Daryl Strawberry
said when he saw Pete Rose, "What a scumbug, he was really bad for ball!"
