Where were you 31 years ago this morning?
I was at Riverfront Stadium, in the Crosley Room, attending a funeral. The figuratively deceased stood at a podium, alternately defiant and broken. “This is a sad day,’’ he said. If only Pete Rose knew how sad it truly was, and would continue to be.
Through the Denial Era, the Reconfiguration Era, the He’s Suffered Enough Era, the I Shouldna Did It Era. . . through Bart and Fay and Bud and Rob, up until this very moment, Rose remains a man without a country, for baseball is his country.