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Paul Daugherty The Morning Line column on Pete Rose

Pete Rose is 80 today, and the world shakes a little. Maybe not your world, if you’re under 50 and never saw him play live. But some of the rest of us are twitching slightly.

Rose was, and remains, a very big kid. Playing baseball and signing autographs aren’t real-life jobs, no matter how dedicated one might be to each. Having very little responsibility to anyone but Self is more or less a child’s trait, yeah? Pete has been pretty good at that, too.

And, of course, there is the Era of Denial that was Pete’s existence for well over a decade. The laws of Actions and Consequences weren’t part of Rose’s life then.

I don’t say this to come down on the Hit King on his 80th birthday, but to suggest it seems impossible he’s 80 years old. Some people aren’t meant to get old, even chronologically.

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May 1965; Unknown Location, USA; FILE PHOTO; Cincinnati Reds infielder PETE ROSE in action during the 1965 season.

I wonder today how many friends are regaling him on his 80th. Real friends, not hangers-on and/or bobos who do his bidding. I wonder if his family members are dialing his number and singing Happy Birthday when he answers.

For all his fame, infamy, scorn, popularity and Q score, I never thought Pete had a lot of good friends. Joe Morgan, maybe, for a time. He and Johnny Bench were never all that close. Arnie Metz has been his loyal helper for decades. I don’t know how much of Arnie’s loyalty is reciprocated.


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