Say no to Rose
Pete Rose, baseball’s career base hit
leader, should not be elected to the Hall of Fame, not this year, not next year,
not ever.
Ending 14 years of denials, Rose admitted
in a new book released this week that he bet on baseball when he was managing
the Cincinnati Reds in the 1980s.
The rule against gambling is a sacred
tenet of baseball, dating back to the Black Sox scandal 85 years ago, when
Shoeless Joe Jackson was banned for life for something less flagrant than Rose.
If players and coaches bet on the teams,
fans can never be certain if what they are seeing is a true contest of
larger-than-life athletes, or stage plays in which unknowing fans star as the
suckers being fleeced.
It’s easy to forget ordinary fans—the
dads, the moms, the kids—who spend hard-earned cash on expensive big league
tickets. They’re the same ones corporate sponsors and advertisers spend big
bucks trying to reach with televised messages about their products in between
innings. Yet, even though fans are the lynchpin of professional baseball,
corporate skyboxes, endorsement contracts and multi-million dollar salaries too
often overshadow them.
Money has soaked big league sports to the
point that it’s sometimes hard to remember that baseball is an honorable game of
skill and cunning.
Rose forgot that. He wants fans and his
fellow players to forget it, too. He wants forgiveness for human frailty and a
key to the Hall of Fame.
But he’s still making excuses. He says he
should have gotten treatment offered to alcoholics and drug addicts, instead of
derision. Perhaps, but the fact remains that inside gamblers are arguably a
bigger threat to baseball than addicts or alcoholics.
Rose insists he never bet against his own
team. Yet, after his years of denial, how can anyone believe him?
Rose was a great player no one will soon
forget. Even so, his confession shouldn’t be the key that unlocks the door that
should be barred to him forever.